[the reveal about the head, and the photo of Li Shimin and Wu Zetian against the Vermilion Bird for scale, certainly snaps it into perspective. he can't help but shake his head in wonder; each of those constructs is as big or bigger than the Xuanwu of Slaughter was, then. he'd walked inside the murderous turtle's shell before it had been killed. what must it be like to have something that big move like an extension of your body? an extension of you...?]

Ai, that's definitely on a different scale, ha! I've been in some crazy fights, and some yao can get pretty large, but nothing like this.

Are you a pilot of some kind as well...? Or are you friends with those pilots?

[he'd clocked Yizhi's tender look, too.]