[Seeing Qubit fend off his compulsion is very different from the inside than it is merely watching him refuse to comply: there's a brief flurry of activity, a ripple back, and then — nothing. Admittedly, he's never compelled someone while he was channeling into them, but Carlisle imagines it can't possibly feel like that for everyone.]
Still. Just... testing something. I don't- I don't believe those are the same as what's in your wrist.
[Though he doesn't really clarify what those are just yet. After a moment to make sure he has a strong grasp over his own energies, back down through Qubit's spine he goes, still feeling traces of the somethings throughout. He opens his eyes to peer at Qubit's hand, just to make sure he's not rotting — nope, though he suspects Qubit will probably say something if that happens.]
Hm.
[His nose wrinkles as he prods around Qubit's organs. It is likely as uncomfortable as it sounds. Carlisle's energies waver, his hand shaking; he knows he can't keep his magic reaching out for too much longer, the strain starting to take a toll on him. Better to withdraw for now than risk curdling Qubit's innards.
Once he's pulled his energy back, Carlisle releases Qubit's hand, clutching his own as he tries to quell a tremor. At least that went better than when he tries to heal, which takes a lot more effort, given healing magic directly counteracts the necrotic energies that keep him animated.]
Sorry. [He's not sure what he's apologizing for, but his very nature seems to be apologetic at times.] How do you feel?
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Still. Just... testing something. I don't- I don't believe those are the same as what's in your wrist.
[Though he doesn't really clarify what those are just yet. After a moment to make sure he has a strong grasp over his own energies, back down through Qubit's spine he goes, still feeling traces of the somethings throughout. He opens his eyes to peer at Qubit's hand, just to make sure he's not rotting — nope, though he suspects Qubit will probably say something if that happens.]
Hm.
[His nose wrinkles as he prods around Qubit's organs. It is likely as uncomfortable as it sounds. Carlisle's energies waver, his hand shaking; he knows he can't keep his magic reaching out for too much longer, the strain starting to take a toll on him. Better to withdraw for now than risk curdling Qubit's innards.
Once he's pulled his energy back, Carlisle releases Qubit's hand, clutching his own as he tries to quell a tremor. At least that went better than when he tries to heal, which takes a lot more effort, given healing magic directly counteracts the necrotic energies that keep him animated.]
Sorry. [He's not sure what he's apologizing for, but his very nature seems to be apologetic at times.] How do you feel?