Lance was in the Life Labs now. Specifically he had pulled rank and kicked several hunters out in order to have the room to himself. With Clarice gone, Lance had yet to ask around for other Life hunters who had a knack for mechanics or even an interest in them. It didn't matter that his wheelchair was simplistic at best. To him, Lance wanted the best he could find to take up her mantle in terms of chair maintenance.
In the meantime, he had to settle for himself.
And that meant sitting back in a boring non-runic wheelchair, chin in his hands as he stared at the half-melted wreck of his runic chair while uttering the occasional thoughtful-sounding "Hmm."
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