[He stays in the hallway, less out of concern about the hovering robot than because Powers decided to meet him at the threshold, which he takes as a fairly succinct message for Dillon to keep out of his space. He puts his hand on Blight's wrist, feels the prickling repulsion/connection of their respective fission and fusion energetic runoff, the unbalanced inverted kinship. He doesn't linger - bones are simple, grossly architectural, and a little focus has them jolting into alignment, wholeness, with only a brief local queasy interruption of normal mathematical arcs of nuclear decay.]
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[He stays in the hallway, less out of concern about the hovering robot than because Powers decided to meet him at the threshold, which he takes as a fairly succinct message for Dillon to keep out of his space. He puts his hand on Blight's wrist, feels the prickling repulsion/connection of their respective fission and fusion energetic runoff, the unbalanced inverted kinship. He doesn't linger - bones are simple, grossly architectural, and a little focus has them jolting into alignment, wholeness, with only a brief local queasy interruption of normal mathematical arcs of nuclear decay.]
There. Better?