"Stop with the 'sir' stuff," Erskine told Doe with a furrow of his brow. "We're friends, you and I. Wouldn't you say we're friends? I'd say we're friends."
They were definitely going to have to tread carefully, though. It sounded like Doe didn't quite believe himself, probably due to the existence of magic and his being able to wield it, but he wasn't far off. Privately, Erskine thought about dialing Scrutinous when this was over and asking if he'd racked up any favours. Because while the two Elders and China were perfectly capable of watching their step, Rafe either didn't have the experience to do so, or he just didn't care.
Please let Merlin be here, Erskine pleaded - practically prayed.
He resisted the urge to point out that Solomon wasn't being too careful with his own words either, since that would almost certainly be a tip-off. If Wreath's words were dangerous, though, China was an easy and pleasant distraction less than a moment later. "We should be in the center. A nice open space in the middle, one that all the paths lead to."
When she'd created the Cleavers, they'd used a labyrinth of mirrors, rather than a maze. Different in that labyrinths only had one long and winding path to the end, whereas mazes were intended to confuse. The difference wouldn't mean much in this instance, however, and China even preferred the maze this time around. This wasn't simply reflecting one man many times outward; this was reflecting several beings back inward towards the one prime mirror. Better to have several different paths. "Where are the Cleavers?"
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They were definitely going to have to tread carefully, though. It sounded like Doe didn't quite believe himself, probably due to the existence of magic and his being able to wield it, but he wasn't far off. Privately, Erskine thought about dialing Scrutinous when this was over and asking if he'd racked up any favours. Because while the two Elders and China were perfectly capable of watching their step, Rafe either didn't have the experience to do so, or he just didn't care.
Please let Merlin be here, Erskine pleaded - practically prayed.
He resisted the urge to point out that Solomon wasn't being too careful with his own words either, since that would almost certainly be a tip-off. If Wreath's words were dangerous, though, China was an easy and pleasant distraction less than a moment later. "We should be in the center. A nice open space in the middle, one that all the paths lead to."
When she'd created the Cleavers, they'd used a labyrinth of mirrors, rather than a maze. Different in that labyrinths only had one long and winding path to the end, whereas mazes were intended to confuse. The difference wouldn't mean much in this instance, however, and China even preferred the maze this time around. This wasn't simply reflecting one man many times outward; this was reflecting several beings back inward towards the one prime mirror. Better to have several different paths. "Where are the Cleavers?"