"Nothing Is Ever A Waste Until You Give Up On It."
Tabrynth's body was made up of digital matter. It didn't exactly feel pain because it wasn't made of flesh and bone. "Don't Worry, Lucy," he said, "The Only Way I Can Be Hurt Is If Someone Damages The Crystal. The Rest Of Me Does Not Feel Pain." Tabrynth turned and reconstructed himself back into the crystal, which then reconstructed itself into Lawrance. "Hit The Target!" Tabrynth said in Lawrance's voice, "Win A Prize!" Suddenly, the other crystals hovered around Tabrynth and he would fold himself back into the form of a crystal as well, joining his copies. 'There Is Little You Can Do To Me,' Lawrance would hear echoing in his mind as the crystals pulsated, sounding like multiple voices at once, 'I Am Psychic. You Also Do Not Know Which Is The Real Me.' The crystals continued to spin around Lawrance and Grace, now creating a figure eight in their rotation. They were about to cast another sound barrier around Grace and Lawrance that would immobilize them both. "Lucy, Hurry Up And Escape. I Should Be More Than Enough Trouble For Them." With the cuffs broken, she should have been able to use her powers again.