[Mordred's heart does a little flip in his chest as the glyph appears over the center of Jade's palm, and then vanishes again in a flutter of flame. Jade calls it the result of fonons, but it's a form of sorcery if Mordred's ever seen one. The other man doing it so openly and in front of an acquaintance is habitually shocking, so have the first break in Mordred's calm since the conversation's begun.]
You... you're a sorcerer, [he says slowly, still struggling a little to process what he's just seen. In hindsight, he feels foolish. He should have suspected that something like this would happen on the ship, being packed with multitudes as it is, but the purge's grip on his heart and memories is strong.]
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You... you're a sorcerer, [he says slowly, still struggling a little to process what he's just seen. In hindsight, he feels foolish. He should have suspected that something like this would happen on the ship, being packed with multitudes as it is, but the purge's grip on his heart and memories is strong.]