[ Onscreen dust rises as the Forge flicks on. It is a white cloud that drifts upward slowly, fogs the lens of the camera for a moment, and then disperses, unveiling the interior of a gloomy sanctuary, benches on either side of an aisle littered with debris from a half-collapsed roof
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There's no way he could actually have that thing, not here. The odds against it must be staggering. But the way his voice sounds...Elena's thankful when the audio cuts out and she doesn't have to hear it anymore.
But then she sees the box, recognizes it. She's pretty sure she's gonna be sick.
Why did the odds have to be in his favor.]
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[Instead, he pokes the bees nest with a stick.]
You've really flipped your lid this time, huh? Talking to inanimate objects is the first sign of insanity.
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[Not that he sounds obliging in the least, or looks anything but smug.]
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It doesn't matter, brother.
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