A fine bit of misdirection, John thinks, watching Isaac's fingers close over his wrist.
(Thinks of the cold, bony clutch of the dead at his ankle, the ghost of something reaching back for him beyond the Veil.)
"You make it sound—not simple. But more manageable than I had imagined."
But had Flint not said as much? The danger was in convincing himself the possibility was inevitable. John had lived much of his life carefully mitigating his own emotions, excising wants and desires before they became overwhelming.
This is not a minor change. But the approach should be much the same, if Isaac is correct.
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(Thinks of the cold, bony clutch of the dead at his ankle, the ghost of something reaching back for him beyond the Veil.)
"You make it sound—not simple. But more manageable than I had imagined."
But had Flint not said as much? The danger was in convincing himself the possibility was inevitable. John had lived much of his life carefully mitigating his own emotions, excising wants and desires before they became overwhelming.
This is not a minor change. But the approach should be much the same, if Isaac is correct.