[There's so much warmth in those hands. And where they rest, that one was a special sort of hell.]

One of the crucibles from my mother's workshop was used to melt silver. An...an inordinate amount. [He pauses for this one, because the part of the act that outraged him was not the melted silver, but taking from his mother's laboratory. And using it like this. Undeniably the point, but still.]

Applied. It was too hot, the agony knocked me out for the worst of it. The smell though that...[There's a shudder.] Hovered for too long.