“Yes, well. We’ve a few years yet on that front.” It’s mildly worrisome having the equivalent of a ticking time bomb embedded in both their hands, but Stephen’s been assuaged by how long some of the shard-bearers have been kicking around without complications; Wysteria seemed in rare company.

There’s a pause. Thinking about all the other things waiting to kill Mobius. So have you reconsidered the whole dementia-inducing magic drug thing yet—

Maybe not. Instead, he admits, “I spoke to the other templars. About their lyrium usage. Much to my surprise, I got all of them to sign off on my knowing their personal doses and to be able to administer to them in an emergency. So— thank you, for that. I wouldn’t’ve been able to use the I know what the hell I’m doing argument if it weren’t for your information.”