We lived it, didn't we? [He suspects, anyway, that their void dream was more Stephen than it ever was Jim. His smile is understanding; a little conspiratorial.
He's seen the scars on Stephen's hands. Here, there. Maybe he knows enough for now.] How about you tell me about the magic?
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He's seen the scars on Stephen's hands. Here, there. Maybe he knows enough for now.] How about you tell me about the magic?
[Is that an easier conversation? Jim hopes so.]