Static chuckles.
"You don't know what I've learned since being exiled from the Tribe. If you wish to cure, or cleanse, you should start by getting rid of yourself."
The blades of energy come once again, this time, instead of the pale blue, it is a blinding white, bright enough to melt the floor at Static's feet without making contact, some of the lights in the building shut off, as if an EMP hit them..
