[He says it in that yeah, well, what can you do about it? way, except entrenched in such a tired exasperation that clearly, there are more layers to it. A complex web that cannot be unraveled, much less shrugged off, with a dismissive thought β as much as Stephen would like to.
But the proof of its weight on his mind is clear: where he should stop muttering about this and focus on the lesson, instead, he keeps speaking as the pages flip, flip, flip in the tome.]
Like I said, nothingβs ever simple. Thereβs a nice little group of us here from home, and we all have our priorities. Sometimes they clash. [Brows raising, still glancing down at the book and its darkly-inked pages.] Lots of times, they clash, and sometimes the Multiverse suffers for itβ¦
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[He says it in that yeah, well, what can you do about it? way, except entrenched in such a tired exasperation that clearly, there are more layers to it. A complex web that cannot be unraveled, much less shrugged off, with a dismissive thought β as much as Stephen would like to.
But the proof of its weight on his mind is clear: where he should stop muttering about this and focus on the lesson, instead, he keeps speaking as the pages flip, flip, flip in the tome.]
Like I said, nothingβs ever simple. Thereβs a nice little group of us here from home, and we all have our priorities. Sometimes they clash. [Brows raising, still glancing down at the book and its darkly-inked pages.] Lots of times, they clash, and sometimes the Multiverse suffers for itβ¦
[Brow cinching, he flips a few pages back.]
Now, whereβd that cantrip go...?