Emcee looks at him, his eyes wide. It makes no sense yet is perfectly clear. Ragnar has already met Sinric's older self. The wanderer.
He turns back to the map, marveling at the way the three are connected in time. And as if echoing his thoughts, Sinric says so and laces their fingers together. Emcee looks at him again. So he and Sinric are somehow connected, too.
"Part of the whole," he murmurs. "I hadn't thought of it that way."
He's about to ask him if he could see his thread, if he could look to where it leads, when there's a knock on the door.
"Our food is here," he says a little breathlessly.
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Emcee looks at him, his eyes wide. It makes no sense yet is perfectly clear. Ragnar has already met Sinric's older self. The wanderer.
He turns back to the map, marveling at the way the three are connected in time. And as if echoing his thoughts, Sinric says so and laces their fingers together. Emcee looks at him again. So he and Sinric are somehow connected, too.
"Part of the whole," he murmurs. "I hadn't thought of it that way."
He's about to ask him if he could see his thread, if he could look to where it leads, when there's a knock on the door.
"Our food is here," he says a little breathlessly.