Herbert is still standing beyond the chair, wary, but his hand slowly lowers. He's feeling abruptly very worked up about this. It may be the adrenaline, certainly, but he wants to put words to what he's thinking all the same.

"Then you will be nothing." He's still a bit breathless but his voice is usually soft anyway, at least, so that comes out low, and shaking. "I will make you nothing and rebuild you into something new, with my science." Stopping to properly catch his breath he gestures forward at Foster, fingers spindling through and clutching at the air. "Better! I...will remake you as my creation!"