[Morgan slumps back in the chair, relieved to a tiny degree amidst all the exhaustion.]
Honestly, I'd rather have been some weird clone than discovering this. I'm not sure I can really emphasize how absolutely terrifying this is to me.
[His word will have to be good enough, because he truly can't express it to someone who isn't a fellow Mage, with all the philosophy and functionality that comes with it. But perhaps her knowing that his ability to change reality has literally been written out of reality is clue enough. There's no way to phrase that sentence without it being terribly, awfully ominous.]
[after a slight pause, Cecelia's eyes flick down to her notes to finish those off with some last-second thoughts of her own. even though her heart may be racing faster, she's not in any hurry to convey her emotions through anything but her indecipherable shorthand.
as she does so:] Did the wizard have the means to prove his statement convincingly enough?
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[they are as they were penned to be, then? regardless of their own wishes, because of other truths more intrinsically believed?]
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Honestly, I'd rather have been some weird clone than discovering this. I'm not sure I can really emphasize how absolutely terrifying this is to me.
[His word will have to be good enough, because he truly can't express it to someone who isn't a fellow Mage, with all the philosophy and functionality that comes with it. But perhaps her knowing that his ability to change reality has literally been written out of reality is clue enough. There's no way to phrase that sentence without it being terribly, awfully ominous.]
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as she does so:] Did the wizard have the means to prove his statement convincingly enough?