[Waver could say that John had already met the man. He could give up his name and his identity, as if it couldn't already be guessed by how few people there were from Earth's ancient history that fit his description in town. He could say a multitude of simple nothings that contained the depths of myriads in the shallow notes of a few words-- but Waver knew that he couldn't make any impact on John in a way that mattered.
He was just a man-- one who stubbornly swore to live, but whose body at that moment desperately wanted to rest.]
...And I'll have mine crossed for luck in your endeavors, too.
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He was just a man-- one who stubbornly swore to live, but whose body at that moment desperately wanted to rest.]
...And I'll have mine crossed for luck in your endeavors, too.