There's something different about this next world. He can tell by the way his magic reacts to it. It's almost like it's... eager.
He doesn't dare hope.
He opens a door, in the middle of nowhere, and Crystal flies through before him. What he sees on the other side is—
Felix waits until the new Sadde is more emotionally stable so they can go back to investigating.
Eventually he calms down enough to stop crying. "I'm sorry," he says. "You're—the first alts I've found. Katur is—he's tall and very kind and shy and good. You'd know him if you had him."
...We might not have had the opportunity to meet him. We haven't been active for long.
(Trevor makes a mental note to try and find him.)
Is there anything we can do to help you?
He shakes his head. "I'm the one meant to help you. I should explain my resources and situation."
Henry asks the local Sadde if he is supposed to go with them.
Do you want to? I can't imagine my other self would mind, and I welcome your company, but I want you to be happy.
New Sadde doesn't. "I should start by saying that my species does not need to rest. At all. Ever. No sleep, no need to sit, I could stand like this for centuries."
"I'm not sure the name matters, much. I'm a vampire, which in practice means I subsist on blood, any kind—although I have personal magic that permits me to produce my own—and I'm ridiculously overengineered, with super strength and speed and a perfect memory and lots of mental capacity and incredible physical resistance. I have super senses in universes that run on physics, but here I apparently don't, which is a bit distressing, except for the fact where my ring of translation does a good enough job of it. I don't age, the only way to kill me is setting me on fire, don't need to sleep or breathe."
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