"A selfish man to the end, wasn't he?" they whispered, voice soft. "Or did he not anticipate anything happening to him?" The clawed hand seemed to pull away for a moment. Then, a single tip snagged in the top of his shirt, the fabric thin. It parted beneath the sharp tip, right down the middle until it showed much of his back and shoulders.

A clawed finger tapped once, twice. Waver's magical circuits lit up like beacons and though the gesture was not painful, it was certainly invasive. It was not unlike blood magic, or the sort of implant-based circuit diving that some were using these days to jump into bodies, systems, and the like. It was practically one step beneath blind puppeteering.

Eyes swept over him. When there was nothing to be found - no hidden sigil, no code, no indication of further magic - the hand fell away and Waver's circuits were freed of their scrutiny. The one at the door was frowning heavily, disappointed in their findings, his gaze fixed on Waver. The one behind him merely sighed.

"Take him back. They won't be pleased." But there was nothing to be done about that.