A Matter of Will
Stiffness released its grip. I drew in a silent breath and tested the integrity of my joints. With measured purpose, I curled my right gauntlet into a firm fist, feeling the tension answer my command. Beside me stood an unmoving blue-suited figure, entirely inert. I extended two fingers, tapping its rigid arm with deliberate calculation. A dull hollow click resonated. It did not stir. I alone possess autonomy here.