Here, John considers the points put to him. Maps them against his own meditations on the road stretching out towards the future.
I'm going to burn that fucking house down.
This promise echoes in John's mind, as he observes the matches, the accelerant Marcus is describing. Tests his own perceptions alongside them, finds the overlap pleasing.
"Who do you imagine you'd be convincing?"
The Conclave had been instructive for John. Removed from the entirety of that political world inhabited by mages, the time spent mapping out the factions within it was useful. But without tipping his hand more clearly, John was without much ability to function within it.
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I'm going to burn that fucking house down.
This promise echoes in John's mind, as he observes the matches, the accelerant Marcus is describing. Tests his own perceptions alongside them, finds the overlap pleasing.
"Who do you imagine you'd be convincing?"
The Conclave had been instructive for John. Removed from the entirety of that political world inhabited by mages, the time spent mapping out the factions within it was useful. But without tipping his hand more clearly, John was without much ability to function within it.