“Right, then,” Wayne said. “I’m gonna need your hat.” “My … hat?” “Gotta sculpt a speed bubble just right,” Wayne said, “and put everything I have into the Push. Burn so much bendalloy in one moment, it practically melts me from the inside—slow time so much, even electric signals get dull.” “I don’t wear a hat.” “You’re God. Improvise somethin’.” Harmony paused, then touched Wayne on the head. He felt it start to glow, as if something had been settled there. Earrings too. He felt earrings like a proper Terrisman wore. Something he’d maybe always been, just in secret. It wasn’t nothin’ magical.
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