[It's offhand, like this precision taunt requires only half his attention.
Less than half, actually; nearly none. This apparition, this strange window to her, has him enthralled. The closer he comes, the brighter his eyes are, not with wonder, but study. He's looking for the fabric of it. For the seams.]
The Singularity, it granted me a gift, [he says, implicitly ignoring whatever Alina's reaction might have been to explain to her this thing she didn't ask.] I can see things I couldn't before. [The particular way his mouth holds on to the shape of his last word—the fierce intent in his stare—
Abruptly, his focus shifts to her. He's right at the window. He's lifting his hand to it.]
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[It's offhand, like this precision taunt requires only half his attention.
Less than half, actually; nearly none. This apparition, this strange window to her, has him enthralled. The closer he comes, the brighter his eyes are, not with wonder, but study. He's looking for the fabric of it. For the seams.]
The Singularity, it granted me a gift, [he says, implicitly ignoring whatever Alina's reaction might have been to explain to her this thing she didn't ask.] I can see things I couldn't before. [The particular way his mouth holds on to the shape of his last word—the fierce intent in his stare—
Abruptly, his focus shifts to her. He's right at the window. He's lifting his hand to it.]