Felice turned away from the boy again, whipping the tears from his face and trying to put some distance between them as he attempted to recompose himself. "Non mi toccare mai. Non fare. Non sei..." He took a few deep breaths and tried to focus back on what he had wanted to do before. His attention was certainly caught by what Roxy said. Limited? How? That couldn't be a good sign. 

After thinking for a moment, he reached into his vest and produced two batons, showing them to Roxy and Limbo. "Poteste fare altri?" The boy stopped and thought for a moment. "Copia? Copy?"