"It's fine," Pandora said with a shake of her head. She couldn't explain that it had to be Prometheus' hands guiding hers or none at all. Prometheus who had created men and had caused her, in turn, to be created. She didn't have a way to explain to him how she wanted to take control of that same substance that had built her. If she could learn how to mold that, then maybe she'd finally find a way to mold herself into a more acceptable shape. Something beautiful, something worthy.
She looked over to where he'd gestured and then stood, taking her coffee mug with her to look at what seemed to be what he was currently working on. "What's it going to be?" she asked him. "Do you know right from the beginning? Michaelangelo used to say he just saw what was inside stone and set it free."