[ The problem here — or one of them, anyway — is that Ephemera doesn’t know what he’s doing with Felix. Things swing from one moment to the next, the world tilts on its axis, and what would have been simple suddenly isn’t.
They haven’t killed each other. Despite opportunity and an abundance of vicious instinct, despite a lifetime building up all their brutal reflexes, they haven’t killed each other. And there were moments that edged onto —
Careful. Or something like merciful.
Ephemera exhales slowly. He doesn’t know what to do with any of that. He really doesn’t. But at least he can handle getting plates. ]
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They haven’t killed each other. Despite opportunity and an abundance of vicious instinct, despite a lifetime building up all their brutal reflexes, they haven’t killed each other. And there were moments that edged onto —
Careful. Or something like merciful.
Ephemera exhales slowly. He doesn’t know what to do with any of that. He really doesn’t. But at least he can handle getting plates. ]
Yeah. I can do that.