He said he'd keep an eye on him, and he is, nominally, doing that. It's just safer to not go it alone, and the longer he watches him, the more accurate a notion he'll get as to how Foster...operates, for lack of a better term.
When they materialize from one mana pool to the next, Tim can't resist the mental parallel between Ziziphus and this new fucked-up place. He presumes it's fucked-up, because most of the places they visit end up being fucked-up in some regard or another, particularly where Tim involves himself.
He rolls a shoulder to reposition his pack, heavy on his shoulders, staring at the dark bulk of the building.
Decides he doesn't like the look of it. Decides he doesn't care. What he's liked and hasn't liked doesn't historically have a lot of bearing on what needs doing.
"All right," he mutters. "I guess there's only one way to go here."
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When they materialize from one mana pool to the next, Tim can't resist the mental parallel between Ziziphus and this new fucked-up place. He presumes it's fucked-up, because most of the places they visit end up being fucked-up in some regard or another, particularly where Tim involves himself.
He rolls a shoulder to reposition his pack, heavy on his shoulders, staring at the dark bulk of the building.
Decides he doesn't like the look of it. Decides he doesn't care. What he's liked and hasn't liked doesn't historically have a lot of bearing on what needs doing.
"All right," he mutters. "I guess there's only one way to go here."