The words landed with the force of revelation wrapped in conversation.
His voice was calm, friendly even, having tone of someone discussing weather while standing in a hurricane!
Yet beneath that friendliness was something else…something that felt like snakes crawling over exposed nerves, like reality itself developing an itch it couldn't scratch.
Noah stared at this being with cold assessment.
The casual confirmation of having taken Sigrid's Everything of Disorder that she had given away to an Inevitability in the Doorway to the Loom was unique enough.
Noah's response came with tyrannical certainty, his words carrying directly to Schrodinger's ears despite the distance, despite the barriers, despite the impossibility.
"What notes could you possibly exchange? You are simply someone with a delusion of attaining a distinction of 'THE' from leftovers, are you not?"
HUUM!
The words buzzed in Schrodinger's ears with the particular resonance of truth cutting through paradox.
