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[No. It's clear none of them are functioning well on their own anymore, their skin hardening over, their eyes bleeding. This is why you don't wear these things. Sinclair grits his teeth, fighting past his complicated feelings and works on knocking aside the terrorists, beating them down hard with his baton, arcing with electricity. His limbs feel heavier with every talisman that attaches to his arm, but the moment it's all over...they all combust as well, flaking down into ash.]

I think...that's it.

[His radio receiver buzzes and Sinclair grimaces, picking up the remnant of that skin- an Abnormality talisman]