I'm okay, really. [What if he cuts it with his fingers trying to get a good grip? Or she can't actually hold his weight and drops him? Or she uses her steel-melting powers to control it like some kind of steel cable snake tamer, tangling him up in a vicious steel trap and slowly squeezing the life out of him as he's held helplessly over the floor below?] I've got this.
[He hasn't actually moved at all since she called to him. He's not sure if he can keep going.]
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[He hasn't actually moved at all since she called to him. He's not sure if he can keep going.]