Mantis chuckles a little hearing such a bold claim. Yes, he's starting to understand how the Morning Star was the charming one of the angelic menagerie. He flicks one hand and draws the spinning wheel a bit closer. It doesn't take much effort for him to get a fair pile of wool in his hands and set it going.

"I was given a gas mask when I was very young. I came into a specific ability and it led to me being caught in a fire that destroyed my village." Mantis keeps a steady hand getting the new bundle of yarn going. "My face never recovered, and technology around reconstructive surgery never quite advanced enough by the time I died. I don't think it would have made much of a difference, but it might have been nice to look normal again."