[ Ephemera stills, peering at Crais. Still watching the pancakes, but focused on Crais. ]

There’s clarity in that, [ he says after a moment, softly. ] It’s pure, in a way. It makes sense when nothing else does. And I think it gets hardwired, after a while.

[ And Crais started a lot younger than Ephemera ever did. ]

I’d offer to spar, but I think -

[ He winces. ]

I swing too quick to the real. I’m working on it.