[He's only willing to be patient for so long. When Gold remains silent, J listens, concentrating on Gold's tune and trying to see if he can pick up on any of the nuance of what he's thinking about. The mashup doesn't make it easy, but that's not about to stop him.]
[The problem with being that tangled up in Gold's tune is that he's completely unprepared for what comes next. He gets that spark of intent, but intent doesn't always have context and he doesn't know what to brace himself for, let alone have enough time to do it. The increased volume blindsides him, searing across his senses. For a moment, his vision goes white; the next thing he knows, he's in a heap on the floor, gasping for breath, immobile and barely conscious under the weight of that tune.]
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[The problem with being that tangled up in Gold's tune is that he's completely unprepared for what comes next. He gets that spark of intent, but intent doesn't always have context and he doesn't know what to brace himself for, let alone have enough time to do it. The increased volume blindsides him, searing across his senses. For a moment, his vision goes white; the next thing he knows, he's in a heap on the floor, gasping for breath, immobile and barely conscious under the weight of that tune.]
[Yeah. This isn't good.]