[The shirt is atrocious, and yet Cain's eyes are glued to it in a morbid kind of fascination, because he's never seen colors so brightly patterned in his life. And the apple... actually, it looked good. He'll have to remember to go through the kitchen later; maybe it'll be better than the Sleipnir's cafeteria. Real fruit is a privilege disallowed Alliance soldiers, particularly fighters, and forget having it back home.
But first, this guy.]
Can you just do that with any picture? How? [He parts from the wall, moving closer like a wary cat to circle around Cy, expecting the trick to tell itself.] Where do you get the 'magic' from?
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But first, this guy.]
Can you just do that with any picture? How? [He parts from the wall, moving closer like a wary cat to circle around Cy, expecting the trick to tell itself.] Where do you get the 'magic' from?