It has been almost a year since Foster has seen a person of anything approaching his racial makeup that wasn't A. an 'elf,' B. a skeleton wearing a glamour or C. a transitory property of the metaverse--not real at all.
He goes stock-still, staring at Kravitz for a solid two or three seconds in silence.
"No," Foster replies slowly, sparing a hungry glance for the scythe, eyes too-bright already.
"Not just that moment, but the expansion of it. The terrible excitement of those events out of your control, the earth cracking beneath your feet. The certainty of its destruction--"
The island's, the world's. As one cell, so the body's whole... eventually. The microcosm, the macrocosm. It's connected, and what are they? Not cells, but the bodies within the cell, scrambling for purchase as a tiny piece of their world expires.
He tears his gaze from the scythe--Kravitz has no idea how lucky he is that Foster no longer drools with excitement.
Oh heck yes
It has been almost a year since Foster has seen a person of anything approaching his racial makeup that wasn't A. an 'elf,' B. a skeleton wearing a glamour or C. a transitory property of the metaverse--not real at all.
He goes stock-still, staring at Kravitz for a solid two or three seconds in silence.
"No," Foster replies slowly, sparing a hungry glance for the scythe, eyes too-bright already.
"Not just that moment, but the expansion of it. The terrible excitement of those events out of your control, the earth cracking beneath your feet. The certainty of its destruction--"
The island's, the world's. As one cell, so the body's whole... eventually. The microcosm, the macrocosm. It's connected, and what are they? Not cells, but the bodies within the cell, scrambling for purchase as a tiny piece of their world expires.
He tears his gaze from the scythe--Kravitz has no idea how lucky he is that Foster no longer drools with excitement.
"Or is there something you're here to do?"