Beyond the silence where the whirling of Nemesis' wheel used to be, there's been a growing ticking. It's erratic, not quite like a clock's, but somehow, in this moment, he thinks he hears something fall into place and there's a rhythm to the noise for a short while. It feels like something clears up, although what rises into that space is confusion and curiosity.

That's up to you.

His eyes widen, and his question is simple and short: "It's that easy?"