[Oh. Oh, that doesn't occur to him until the device is already crackling with live electricity, prickling in purple flares like tiny bits of lightning ( or like that time Roxas put a foil-wrapped burrito in the microwave!)
...Or that time he was thrown back across the floor, limbs twitching, by a horrible blond with a cruel laugh.
Either memory is enough incentive to drop the blade immediately, the immediate loss of contact sending it dissolving back into the rage of his heart, evaporating in another cloud of black. Joe scrambles to his feet and hauls himself up on a pier post by one arm, watching the machine thrash and snap at itself.]
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...Or that time he was thrown back across the floor, limbs twitching, by a horrible blond with a cruel laugh.
Either memory is enough incentive to drop the blade immediately, the immediate loss of contact sending it dissolving back into the rage of his heart, evaporating in another cloud of black. Joe scrambles to his feet and hauls himself up on a pier post by one arm, watching the machine thrash and snap at itself.]