The silence was a taut, humming thing. Schrodinger looked at Noah, and a brilliant, almost dazzling, smile spread across his face. "I'm going to go out on a limb," he said, his voice filled with a genuine, almost joyous, wonder, "and simply affirm that you are, in fact, an Early Creature. Which begs me to question… How did a piece of the weapon of THE Living Law not work against you?"
Noah looked at him, and his expression was a perfect, unreadable mask.
He appreciated the nature of a being like this who did not beat around the bush too much!
His voice, when he spoke, was not loud, but it was absolute. It was the voice of a man who did not need to raise his tone to command a room, for the room already belonged to him. "As far as I know, the weapon of THE Living Law works against Early Creatures. I am not an Early Creature. I am The Early Creature, Osmont."
…!
BOOM!
Simply.
Impossibly.
A very straightforward answer was given.
