*murmurs tangentially (as he does)* Do you know, I've never met him. I should like to. And not just to gawk.
energy... disappearing
*follows you to the generator and touches his fingertips to the casing, too, mostly to give his hands something to do while he thinks* Well, energy doesn't just flat-out disappear, we know that much. It has to be going somewhere. *looks pointedly at the melted heap of formerly-not-a-person* I don't believe in coincidences, Marendë.