Eventually the light faded and the room developed again from blank, sheer white. Feet were visible from his view underneath the table. He would be unable to describe the 'muscles' he flexed, but his bits rocked back and forth, little phalanges rolling awkwardly then skipping and bouncing. A grunting noise emanated from his skull as it rocked, a little at first, and then further, and he worked his jaw to roll and begin skipping toward his torso. The occult force gently coaxing his bits back into place took this head-start and the relatively heavy skull slid and jostled across the uneven wood floor's ashen grain. A fibula cartwheeled into a pant leg, a disassembled hand spilled onto the ground by his rejoined wrist and that wrist pulled across the ground to yank a fully formed hand into place. Without further sound, most of Liu assembled, torso propped up by hands. One of his pant legs was trapped between his shin bones and the knee-cap and thigh bone. 

Abashedly he propped himself up and began pulling the bottom hem of the pant leg toward the knee so he could free it and let it rest normally and silently kicked himself for letting that feather duster contact the gem. He looked for people touching it, not their things. Perhaps it was a matter of intention, or some other factor he had not the faculty to think of. In any case, he got no satisfaction from suggesting that they were delivering themselves as sacrifices, as vessels. He wondered faintly what would have happened to him, had he touched it. Perhaps all of the faint ambitions he sought in this realm would have been realized. Perhaps this thing would supplant him and his mind would be swallowed in its desperate clawing verdancy. The irony of his position alone demanded he consider the mean between the two, a worse torture than either. Contemplating this and more, he responded mindlessly to Esther, [color=662d91]"surely if it were capable of doing that, we would already be loam. It must be something else..."[/color] and contemplated some more, but kept the idea that it moved her body [i]forward[/i] into a state of infancy somehow, within the confines of his own mind, a nubile thought born of sudden unwanted ego death.