[He moves very quickly then, faster than a mistborn can, with stored speed that he can concentrate several times over. In a rush, an eye-blink, he pops the shoulder back in. Then, with a coil of guilt and uncertainty gnawing at his gut, he burns brass, Soothing Riddick's anger and bloodlust. It's not subtle. It's not overwhelming, either, but it's sudden and blunt and intense, pushing the wild emotions down.]

Stop.