[ Why are people... annoying. He's tone drops to a dull drone. ]

I'm gradually losing control of my limbs. [ Maybe his nervous system is shutting down. ] My legs are immobilized, and I suspect the rest will follow soon enough.

[ On cue, he opens his palm as his fingers go numb, watching as a crystalline bug skitters off into the wind with a tiny whine. It's not purposeful sabotage—which is irritating, because he'd much rather it was—but it can't be helped. The variables in this experiment are rapidly falling out of his control.

Disappointed, he doesn't bother fighting as his arm falls to his side, limp as well. ]

If you're not going to make yourself useful, then I invite you to leave.

[ He's not gonna beg or anything. ]