"Totally not enough pressure. How can I work under these conditions with no motivation?" he says, levitating another control rod, and leaning against a railing to try to steady himself.

He tries so hard to line it up perfectly, but with the entire world moving and shifting, this one goes fast enough but misses the mark, shattering as it hits the wall a centimeter too far to the right.

"Dangit."

The next is lined up perfectly, but not quite fast enough, melting in mid-air.

"Dangit!"

There's only one rod left. The rest had been trashed during the fight.

"I don't know -- I don't know if I can do this," he says anxiously, hefting the control rod up in the air with teke. It wobbles, just like he wobbles on his feet. "I can barely--"

He can barely stay on his feet.