[ That's my bed, Carver thinks, annoyed, but what right does he really have to complain? He didn't intend to sleep in it, just guard it like he guards this room: ground he can defend, a place to stash his gear until he finds a better one. And now invaded by a lowercase-g god of something they aren't going to name out loud just yet.
He just stares at Cy for a long moment. Considering how hard he wants to fight to keep this information close to the vest, what it would cost him to try. Or whether there's any point in talking about a dead world that no one, not even a god, could get back. ]
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He just stares at Cy for a long moment. Considering how hard he wants to fight to keep this information close to the vest, what it would cost him to try. Or whether there's any point in talking about a dead world that no one, not even a god, could get back. ]
Colorado. Some small town you've never heard of.