More destructive tactics, Carlisle turns in his head. It had to be something that would convince Glacius he didn't want to live there anymore -- the icy giant, usually so strong and determined, had been absolutely uncertain of whether or not Carlisle wanted to remain at the apartment, to return to the space they'd been sharing for well over a month now. But what had his double done? Had the twin truly changed his mind in the walk from the garden to their home?

Carlisle rubs at his eyes -- he can feel his limbs growing cold, losing sensation as they tend to when he's expelled far more energy than he should. It's the expected result from an unexpected occurrence.

Though his head is starting to ache, he can't let that thought go for even a moment, can't cast it aside for when he's not struggling to stay awake. He takes in another breath, the air dragged into him roughly as he asks for clarification. Perhaps it'd help. "Other tactics?"