[ He catches the Narrator's weight, an arm wrapping around his back in what seems to be a brutish imitation of embrace. There is a brief moment where Thomas realizes that this is the perfect opportunity to bite him, to push teeth into eye or cheek, but dismisses it as, well, fantasy, would be the best word for it. But here is where he pauses, unsure of what to do to an opponent that cannot feel pain, cannot die. Because that's his damned gimmick. ]
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