[It speeds up, when Cassel realizes what he's doing, then settles. Trust. Tin is for senses, he remembers that.]
[He's starting to understand the shape of this now. It makes him wonder if there's a way to understand his work the same way, to categorize it in a logical way that he can control. Maybe then he can work as smoothly, as painlessly as Zane does. No more false starts.]
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[He's starting to understand the shape of this now. It makes him wonder if there's a way to understand his work the same way, to categorize it in a logical way that he can control. Maybe then he can work as smoothly, as painlessly as Zane does. No more false starts.]
All five? [Senses, he means.]