[Welp. Permission granted. They hold her gaze for a second longer before looking down to their hand and slamming the narrowest end of the diamond hunk against their pinky, taking care to pull the blow just a little so as to not crush it against the desk. They don't want to smash it to straight-up dust..
The sound of the impact is loud and sharply cracking. Neither their hand nor the diamond comes away unscathed.
The hunk of diamond's break is relatively neat. Relatively. Small bits fly and the tip of the chunk where it impacted shatters into a number of pieces, several cracks running through what remains of the whole. It's far from a precise jeweler's cut. But the facets, haphazard as they are, are fairly tidy if one really looks at them, smooth panes where the diamond split most easily.
Bortz's finger does not shatter so clearly. The tiny black bits that scatter from the force of the impact are far more numerous, and the edges of the broken off finger and the hand it was separated from are horribly jagged. They frown at the scattering of shards and the rough edges, already anticipating the painstaking process it will be to piece back together, before glancing to their other hand to make sure the blow hadn't damaged it as well.
Eventually satisfied, they pluck the severed pinky from the mess, whole for the entirely of the last joint and a bit of a mess for most of the next. They shake off the loose pieces and offer it up to Sieglinde.]
Will that work?
[It better. They should have just tried snapping the finger off, really. It might have been neater. They carefully sweep together the mess of small loose shards with the side of their hand, scanning the floor to see if any fell.]
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The sound of the impact is loud and sharply cracking. Neither their hand nor the diamond comes away unscathed.
The hunk of diamond's break is relatively neat. Relatively. Small bits fly and the tip of the chunk where it impacted shatters into a number of pieces, several cracks running through what remains of the whole. It's far from a precise jeweler's cut. But the facets, haphazard as they are, are fairly tidy if one really looks at them, smooth panes where the diamond split most easily.
Bortz's finger does not shatter so clearly. The tiny black bits that scatter from the force of the impact are far more numerous, and the edges of the broken off finger and the hand it was separated from are horribly jagged. They frown at the scattering of shards and the rough edges, already anticipating the painstaking process it will be to piece back together, before glancing to their other hand to make sure the blow hadn't damaged it as well.
Eventually satisfied, they pluck the severed pinky from the mess, whole for the entirely of the last joint and a bit of a mess for most of the next. They shake off the loose pieces and offer it up to Sieglinde.]
Will that work?
[It better. They should have just tried snapping the finger off, really. It might have been neater. They carefully sweep together the mess of small loose shards with the side of their hand, scanning the floor to see if any fell.]