[It pulses, and yes, it feels alive. He turns it over in his hand, and it's as though his own bright, burning energy might slide over every plane of this strange crystal. How strange; what a colorful thing, prismatic if he brings it closer to his face. He can see the reflection of his own eyes in the shining surface.
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Those same eyes flick over to her.]
It is... a part of you. In a way. No?