[ Lazarus works his foreign magic, and God stands impassive and watchful. It shouldn't work, here; but they aren't really here; but it unsettles him all the same. He is afraid, in that shaken and open way he might only be afraid in a dream, of what might happen next. If Lazarus goes to Response... if the boy, having washed fallout from his hair beneath the shadow of the bomb, is meant to play cavalier...
John would kill him for it. It would be too crude. God does not have a cavalier, and if he did, it would not be this slouching and sneering young man. Even here, where none of it matters, he is terrified at the idea of overwriting her.
But Imaging lights up, and the tension drops from God's face and shoulders. He says, mildly: ]
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John would kill him for it. It would be too crude. God does not have a cavalier, and if he did, it would not be this slouching and sneering young man. Even here, where none of it matters, he is terrified at the idea of overwriting her.
But Imaging lights up, and the tension drops from God's face and shoulders. He says, mildly: ]
Knock yourself out, then.