Once more, Evan blinked in awe. "Oh," he repeated—a placeholder for actual words while he processed all that he'd just been told. He turned his attention then to her transcendence marks. "Those things?"

He didn't wait for her to reply; he was just sputtering over words. "That's all…really neat. I mean, I guess that's the type of stuff I'd like to learn about, but they don't really put that on the television, do they? You'd, ah, you'd think scientists would have figured some of it out by now, but…"

He shrugged and bit his lip, eyes returning to the Core.

"I still don't get it. But it's neat. That you've got this thing—this little part of a whole. Like you're a piece of something bigger. Like you mean something to the universe."

His brows knit just a bit and his lips pursed, but his gaze didn't waver.

"That's probably a great feeling, right? …Knowing that you've got something so important, all to yourself? …And that you're part of a much bigger picture?"

He almost sounded sad, or a little envious, beneath his pensive tone. But he stuck out like a sore thumb around here; he was just a civilian. Magic, other worlds—things he could only dream of—were all here in front of him. It was an odd sensation, knowing your world but being part of someone else's. He still wasn't sure what to make of it.


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