"I can't exactly control it-" Felih protests as he tries to wriggle and escape from the robot's grip, the hand fighting his attempts to tug it in a certain direction. "M-Move! Ugh! This dumb thing!" he groans, swiping at metal helplessly, the picture of a very disgruntled cat.

"It's not mine, it won't obey. It's my sister's," he whines, remembering how his teammate had sicced it on him.

Still, at least his writhing and his occasional, frustrated bursts of aether have made the claw stop moving.