Had they dreamed this first, rather than the misery of last year, John would have sat entirely alone with this consideration. (Would he have spoken of it to Flint? Was it something he could dredge up for him?) But Marcus answers bluntly, straightforward, and John nods in return.
He has thought much the same. Only there is a very specific kind of punishment to existing in this place in his present state without any magic to cushion the predicament. John is of no use at all. He is a problem, if anything.
"I had something in that first world," John says, thumbing over the heavy metal of the gun resting on his thigh. "A kind of ability, that did more and less than what I was used to."
If he'd had more time, more privacy, he might have tested the limitations of it further.
"I don't imagine you ever concerned yourself with this before," he presses, briskly passing the meditation on a power already lost to him. "Existing without it."
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Had they dreamed this first, rather than the misery of last year, John would have sat entirely alone with this consideration. (Would he have spoken of it to Flint? Was it something he could dredge up for him?) But Marcus answers bluntly, straightforward, and John nods in return.
He has thought much the same. Only there is a very specific kind of punishment to existing in this place in his present state without any magic to cushion the predicament. John is of no use at all. He is a problem, if anything.
"I had something in that first world," John says, thumbing over the heavy metal of the gun resting on his thigh. "A kind of ability, that did more and less than what I was used to."
If he'd had more time, more privacy, he might have tested the limitations of it further.
"I don't imagine you ever concerned yourself with this before," he presses, briskly passing the meditation on a power already lost to him. "Existing without it."