Scion continues to ignore them.

Necklace breaks. He doesn't have an eidetic memory and doesn't have spells. Safer than letting them have them.

"Did you know Behemoth's dead?" Jack continues conversationally. "Or, well, not dead, but this young man doesn't seem to want to disclose the details."

Scion's mind... does react to that. Distantly. One of its many subprocesses allocating some more memory and processing power to decoding the air vibrations and turning it into communication.

Can he make things in Jack.

If it's anything that would kill or otherwise disable Jack then no, but this causes Superposition to scream and flicker some more.

Jack continues unbothered: "A very powerful young man, he is. More powerful than you. But we can't have that, can we? You're supposed to be the most powerful."

Processing, analyzing. No one is supposed to be more powerful than this entity, not on this planet. This entity's pair is gone, and it would have noticed if any other entities had arrived. Could this child be an avatar of a different entity? Perhaps one that could—could—

More subprocesses turn their attention to this interaction—putting out a fire is easy, and this entity was not really getting anything out of it—and they start working overtime on trying to imitate its erstwhile partner. But it can't, not really, and this might be the best chance it will get.

It sends Epic a message, or a million messages—none through sound, none through anything like osanwë, but using channels and frequencies unachievable and undetectable by mankind. There is too much content and too much nuance and too much information even though it can be summarized as different shades of

-greetings.—

- hi. ...these people are hurting me. If you make them stop I'll try to help.

This entity is (something that could maybe be best approximated as) confused. It did not have any sensors capable of receiving whatever method of communication was just used. It was also—very low bandwidth. The entity isn't capable of generating hypotheses for why that should be, and after looking at a few (hundred thousand) parallel universes and finding no signs of this new entity's body it burns a few years off and starts looking at the past—where did this new entity come from, who did it talk to, what did it say—processing, processing—

(Jack continues talking in the background, even though Scion has done the huge-brain equivalent of tuning him out. He's still dedicating more attention to Jack than a human brain possibly could but that's relatively little.)

Ugh.

—this new entity can make people. It can bring people back to life.

Scion's body moves in acknowledgement for the first time—

("So you are listening, I was wondering.")

—and he says, "Can you bring her back?"

" - my peal can. I can only do part, by myself, I need help for the rest. Can you find them, can you find the world I was in when I got here..."

"—what's this?" asks Jack, suddenly uncertain.

He's still being ignored by the entity, who decodes Epic's words and then burns off some of its life to look into the past and find the world—

—and then both it and Epic are somewhere else altogether—the Earth is barren and lifeless, the atmosphere toxic, too hot—

" - Warp is next to here?"

-confirmation.—

He writes a note.

Cam I'm next to Warp now you should be able to find me Scion's here and I'm scared

There is a delay.

-expectation. doubt?—

"Do you know how long an hour is."

-confirmation.—

"Less than that."

-expectation. patience. agreement.—