They could. [He twists his hand as the sliver slides into his palm. It looks like a drop of blood. He can feel the heat emanating from it. The cold stops being such a problem.]
It's giving off heat. [He holds it a moment longer and lets it slip from his hand. It breaks apart in mid-air. And the stone he'd cut into is pristine.] ...And doesn't last long if we let go of it.
[The way the wind curls around his hand and forms the claws, it doesn't look like a human hand at all.]
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It's giving off heat. [He holds it a moment longer and lets it slip from his hand. It breaks apart in mid-air. And the stone he'd cut into is pristine.] ...And doesn't last long if we let go of it.
[The way the wind curls around his hand and forms the claws, it doesn't look like a human hand at all.]