It is deep in the night -- hours have passed since the mages gathered at the nearby pub. Hector Hall has not rested since. Instead, he has studied, prepared wards. This is not a fight Wotan's bringing, it's a war. This is what the night speaks to all of them, when the future whispers frantic warnings
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He takes the ankh and tucks it into his utility belt without looking at the object or the man who gave it to him. "Anything else I need to know?" he queries gruffly.
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"You may see people who shouldn't be there. People who are still amongst the living. It will seem real, incredibly real. Keep telling yourself that it's a lie no matter what."
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"And now, my friend, your path is set."
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Once things are in order she slides her glance to Batman and waits.
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