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That was certainly one thing that he knew about Rezolo. How stubborn he could be.

‘We can enter pan-wzrost any time you like,’ said Loren. ‘Then you can read my memories and emotions directly.’

‘You always try to bring that up when we talk about this. Don’t act like you can’t still hide things from in there. I know you’ve figured it out already.’

‘I truly have not.’ They’d argued about this enough times by now that he felt neither defensive nor surprised by the reaper’s response. He just held back a sigh as he knew that there was no helping the situation.

It was genuinely baffling to him, the more he’d thought about it. The only explanation he’d been able to concoct for Rezolo’s paranoia on this particular matter was that the reaper must’ve had a bad experience with a previous servant.

That might also be the reason why Loren had never been able to learn much about the reaper via the hyper-state, either. Because Rezolo had figured out how to do it, he assumed that Loren must have also.

The reaper was projecting, in other words.

And for a while, Loren had felt like he was missing out on something quite wondrous. The way other people talked about it, their merged minds were supposed to let them look through each other’s entire lives with little difficulty, but for him, at least, that had never been the case.

In fact, pan-wzrost honestly didn’t feel that different from their normal, separated connection. The telepathic communication was the same. No closer, no deeper, no more intuitive. The world around them just felt a little more intense. Heightened in sensory input.

But oh well. Loren was long past the point of agonizing over it.

He tried to get the conversation back on track. ‘Anyway, I just want you to pay attention to Darksteel,’ he told the reaper. ‘If his power and influence really do rival that of Caster, then...’

‘Then, what?’ said Rezolo.

Still being difficult, of course. ‘Then, it complicates things,’ Loren chose to say.

The reaper made no response.

Loren wanted to keep pushing, but he didn’t know how, so he decided to just let the matter drop. Perhaps it was too soon to be broaching this subject at all.

It was just that...

Agh.

That idea of actually leaving Abolish...

He couldn’t deny fantasizing about it for years now. Feeling utterly trapped.