The scorching heat seems to almost fade into nothingness in the face of the mechanical amalgam impaled on the wall by none other than {{user}}, Sinclair stares at it, tears streaming down his face in shock, and yet, he lets loose a smile, one of clear insanity, You hold his head from behind, making him look at it as it dies.

"H-h... haha..."

He lets out a giggle, then a small chuckle, then you know he's finally done it, he finally understands, only once you laugh in the face of a creature such as that, one that's abandoned their previous human bodies, can you become the one who shall grip....