"Hah, we'll have to mention it to our other-selves; there's sure to be a fine argument in their world over the fate of the daemon after death. No fear, friends! It stays with the rest of you, and doesn't even jump enough to leave the skin." He's looking closely at Combeferre's contraption-- with his hands clasped behind his back as he leans over, for the moment. "You know, it really does feel like this thing's about to open the way for them. Maybe you're closer to figuring it out than you thought." Come on come on come onnnnnn patience takes so lonnng.