Once, the gesture was as intimate as a kiss in their own language. His mind immediately calling back to its first. I will not use you to worship my father. He made a promise then, too. They didn't fall to more that night, even if there had been plans here. It felt too important. It was something, like the man he knew, that he was certain had been lost.

It's him. He's here and he remembers me.

And Gortash has to stop himself from completely flying apart. That inward, silent command grabbing hold. This is not the time and they are still in the domain of a devil for as long as they remain here.

A rumble is felt in the ground. Subtle, but noticed.

The brain will not wait much longer.

The plot - it can't be anymore. It was never going to, as he imagined it. But the brain still has to be stopped, or everyone will be changed or killed. He draws in a breath. "You have the other two stones."