Robert threw the D-terminal into the back of Nowe's head, the metallic device bouncing off the moss head with a loud smack. "Let me guess from the way that you talk, that person is dying aren't they. Don't bother confirming your impatience gives it up and you're going to need help a god's help in order to help them." Robert thumbed towards Norn. "HERE'S A FREAKING GOD RIGHT HERE!" Robert pointed out it out to him. Robert sighed. "You really are a moss head if you are that slow." Robert shrugged in annoyance.