The softness of her tone has him giving her a funny look for a second. He doesn't reply to that, though. He does know.
He feels restless, wishing he had something in his hands. Paper, tissue, leaves. Something to tear apart. An anxious tic. There's no floral displays here, though, and his outer pockets are only filled with lint. His sheathes his hands in them.
"He needs someone to watch over him here. He's still a magnet for... everything."
Everything and everything dangerous. She told him something he already knows, so there's this now back.
Jack said she was his protector when she was alive, but to Kahlil she just looks like a young woman. A redhead, which the Singularity seems so fond of in its Summoned. He expects there's more to her, like there is to Jack.
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He feels restless, wishing he had something in his hands. Paper, tissue, leaves. Something to tear apart. An anxious tic. There's no floral displays here, though, and his outer pockets are only filled with lint. His sheathes his hands in them.
"He needs someone to watch over him here. He's still a magnet for... everything."
Everything and everything dangerous. She told him something he already knows, so there's this now back.
Jack said she was his protector when she was alive, but to Kahlil she just looks like a young woman. A redhead, which the Singularity seems so fond of in its Summoned. He expects there's more to her, like there is to Jack.