"Your special attack," Lambert says slowly, echoing the skeleton's words as though doing so might magically provide some insight into what he actually means, but ... nope, still as incomprehensible to him as the first time he heard it, enough to override even the slight pause of misgiving that comes with the thought made especially for me ...

"What does that--" He points at the skull, gesturing at its... everything. "Have to do with any attack?"