Martin frowns at the thought of it, not just the improper timing of the weather but how discomfiting it must have been for Harry, reminded of his time in the Arctic. But before he can remark upon that, Harry mentions something else that has him sitting up a little straighter.
"Darkness?" he echoes, his frown growing less empathetic and rather more serious. "What... what sort of darkness?"
That can mean many things, he supposes. It doesn't have to connect directly to the Dark. But the Buried and the Lonely and the Eye can all reach through the gap between his world and Darrow, and there is no reason to believe the others can't as well. He and John had settled into an uneasy theory that the entities were only really interested in them, but... if that isn't true... if there's evidence to be had they reached across even before he and John arrived...
He knows he's getting ahead of himself, but it's difficult not to, when the consequences could be so dire.
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"Darkness?" he echoes, his frown growing less empathetic and rather more serious. "What... what sort of darkness?"
That can mean many things, he supposes. It doesn't have to connect directly to the Dark. But the Buried and the Lonely and the Eye can all reach through the gap between his world and Darrow, and there is no reason to believe the others can't as well. He and John had settled into an uneasy theory that the entities were only really interested in them, but... if that isn't true... if there's evidence to be had they reached across even before he and John arrived...
He knows he's getting ahead of himself, but it's difficult not to, when the consequences could be so dire.