[ His eyes lock on the star, and Twila immediately takes it as a threat. Tony knew better, but he still let the shadows start to gather around him, a welcome presence to obscure the light if necessary. ]
Speak for yourself. They're not my gods. [ But he knew better than to call it merely magic. He'd worked with Shifting too much to believe it was that simple. It was a force to be reckoned with. It had thrown him into a space that didn't exist. It brought him here - three times. ]
Anyone tried to get in touch with him yet?
[ He doesn't budge, meeting Law's eyes unflinchingly. ]
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Speak for yourself. They're not my gods. [ But he knew better than to call it merely magic. He'd worked with Shifting too much to believe it was that simple. It was a force to be reckoned with. It had thrown him into a space that didn't exist. It brought him here - three times. ]
Anyone tried to get in touch with him yet?
[ He doesn't budge, meeting Law's eyes unflinchingly. ]