Late afternoon, your office in Draumahol, [ Matt confirms. Good thing he's repressing his memories of being called compliant so hard. ] Got it.
[ And, with nothing else he can think to say, he concludes, ] Later.
[ "Later" finds him in Kowloon once again, mercifully not lost this time. If Matt were a little more fanciful than he is, he might imagine it's Silco's hunger keeping him on course--that the alleyways and crowded streets are in some secret agreement with him, and they expand, contract, and unspool themselves according to his whims. All in the name of ensnaring and exhausting his prey.
He doesn't quite believe it.
Matt reaches Draumahol without incident, slipping his invisibility charm into his pocket. His shirt is buttoned to the throat, sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He's been trying to take relaxing breaths the whole way down here. ]
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[ And, with nothing else he can think to say, he concludes, ] Later.
[ "Later" finds him in Kowloon once again, mercifully not lost this time. If Matt were a little more fanciful than he is, he might imagine it's Silco's hunger keeping him on course--that the alleyways and crowded streets are in some secret agreement with him, and they expand, contract, and unspool themselves according to his whims. All in the name of ensnaring and exhausting his prey.
He doesn't quite believe it.
Matt reaches Draumahol without incident, slipping his invisibility charm into his pocket. His shirt is buttoned to the throat, sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He's been trying to take relaxing breaths the whole way down here. ]