[ iris lapses into a brief yet somber silence at the other man's words. unable to help the way that word — destined — turns over in his head, how the sheer weight of it makes him feel like he won't be able to move no matter how hard he tries to fight against it.

he lets out a weak chuckle. ]

Well... I'm pretty good at art. [ it's a humblebrag, he's amazing. ] I like inventing things too. And you...

[ he hums thoughtfully. ]

You said you haven't fought in a while, but if you were able to notice my poor grip you definitely still remember how.