“I was terrified of… this,” he finally said. “Of this, of exactly what happened, where you had your memories taken. I was worried some oracle would unweave your threads and learn what I’d been trying to do through them. I suppose… it was a self-fulfilling prophecy of my own hubris.” “I like that word,” Saffron whispered. “Is that the thing that makes you so charming?” Cylvan smiled wearily. “Some people say it’s what makes me so… disagreeable.”
