Oh, unpleasant memories there. Tyrus felt bad for having brought them up; he glanced away, a hint of guilt in his face, and looked at one of the many workbenches inside of the laboratory.

"One thing I heard about some alchemists doing is, like, a smaller construct built around the core," he said. "It lets the core get away when the main construct gets totaled. Like an ejection seat, y'know?"