In the end, Michael decided this was something worth exploring in depth—but not now.
There would be time later to peel apart every layer of Jester's analysis, to run tests, to see just how far his body's strange potential could be pushed.
For now, it would remain one more puzzle piece in the growing mosaic of his abilities.
Still, he understood enough to know that the topic wasn't closed. He and Jester would need to speak about it again—preferably when there were fewer unknowns and more answers.
At the moment, however, Michael's focus was drawn to something else entirely.
Another object. Another potential project.
The Damaged Coffin of the Forgotten.
"Also master?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you lose consciousness?"
*
"Seems like this one will take a while."
Back in Aurora, Michael muttered with a faint frown as his other body worked on refining the massive coffin.
