"I mean…" Thomas hesitated, "I'm down for that and all," but he looked up as if he was able to see Necros's gaze on him, "I don't know about Necros though, might actually just smite me…"
His voice tried for lightness and missed. The edges of him fuzzed, a faint blur like heat over stone. He touched his own chest as if to test whether his hand would meet resistance. It did, barely. A ripple ran from palm to shoulder and faded.
"No he wouldn't," Ludwig shook his head.
He spoke without ornament. The certainty in his tone steadied the air. The vial at his collar lay cool and quiet against the pulse in his throat, the Water's hush smoothing the Heart's restless push.
