[ Stephen narrows his eyes at the utterly unhelpful answer, especially given the massive well of power underpinning it. Even his current urgency can't overwhelm his kneejerk urge to reply with– ]
Yeah. You haven't?
[ He glances over Emet-Selch's shoulder and doesn't see any trace of a white-haired clone in the throng of people down the street – although given the way these things pop up when you least expect them, that doesn't really mean much of anything. He refocuses up at the man-god, reminded of a towering friend who looks down on him physically rather than figuratively, grits his teeth. ]
Red cape. Looks like me. [ Except maybe a little more relaxed, a little less green around the gills, less hellbent, crazed, broken. Weaker – or stronger. Stephen already knows which. ] Seen him?
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Yeah. You haven't?
[ He glances over Emet-Selch's shoulder and doesn't see any trace of a white-haired clone in the throng of people down the street – although given the way these things pop up when you least expect them, that doesn't really mean much of anything. He refocuses up at the man-god, reminded of a towering friend who looks down on him physically rather than figuratively, grits his teeth. ]
Red cape. Looks like me. [ Except maybe a little more relaxed, a little less green around the gills, less hellbent, crazed, broken. Weaker – or stronger. Stephen already knows which. ] Seen him?