[He took the wire back out, holding it in his empty left hand. His skill with it would never match up to that of the person who taught him, but it didn't need to; this was the kind of thing for a last resort if and when he ended up in a dire situation.]
Shape ist leben.
[At the incantation, the wire glowed a pale blue and seemed to literally take on a life of its own, twisting and forming into a rudimentary and inelegant shape of a bird the size of a sparrow, alighting on Waver's shoulder as the rest of the piano wire trailed off ending at his hand.]
Happy now? I'm not about to go about strangling someone, I'm a goddamned alchemist.
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Shape ist leben.
[At the incantation, the wire glowed a pale blue and seemed to literally take on a life of its own, twisting and forming into a rudimentary and inelegant shape of a bird the size of a sparrow, alighting on Waver's shoulder as the rest of the piano wire trailed off ending at his hand.]
Happy now? I'm not about to go about strangling someone, I'm a goddamned alchemist.