Graham folds his hands, pressing them to his mouth. He thinks of Rae warning him about monsters, and neutral territory. No violence, no vendettas - and with no discernible motive, neither were necessary.
Lowering his hands, "I'm still not - entirely sure what he's doing to me." Graham closes his eyes, and shakes head. "But he'd -"
It's easier to feel than speak - composed exhilaration, driven in Graham's own mind by the still burgeoning acceptance that this be real, and with it a wide and - from his view - previously unwitnessed scope of creation. The kind of thing Graham felt like a sunrise on a cold morning.
"- he'd find this place - interesting," Graham finishes.
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Graham folds his hands, pressing them to his mouth. He thinks of Rae warning him about monsters, and neutral territory. No violence, no vendettas - and with no discernible motive, neither were necessary.
Lowering his hands, "I'm still not - entirely sure what he's doing to me." Graham closes his eyes, and shakes head. "But he'd -"
It's easier to feel than speak - composed exhilaration, driven in Graham's own mind by the still burgeoning acceptance that this be real, and with it a wide and - from his view - previously unwitnessed scope of creation. The kind of thing Graham felt like a sunrise on a cold morning.
"- he'd find this place - interesting," Graham finishes.