Jayce doesn't admit that his younger self had imagined the very same.
His hands still. "I-- I guess I do," he says, sounding a little surprised by his own answer. The massacre of Granitefell forced him to face his own mortality. Reaching for the familiar to parse the unfamiliar is expected. Normal.
He'd etched the symbol of Kindred onto the coins given to those who had reversed time.
"Wasn't really religious," he adds, before ducking below the water's surface to rinse the suds out of his hair. Across the lake, a sudden splash, followed by the victorious throw back of Uggie's neck as he guzzles down his catch.
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His hands still. "I-- I guess I do," he says, sounding a little surprised by his own answer. The massacre of Granitefell forced him to face his own mortality. Reaching for the familiar to parse the unfamiliar is expected. Normal.
He'd etched the symbol of Kindred onto the coins given to those who had reversed time.
"Wasn't really religious," he adds, before ducking below the water's surface to rinse the suds out of his hair. Across the lake, a sudden splash, followed by the victorious throw back of Uggie's neck as he guzzles down his catch.