“Send Pry.”

“What?”

“Send Pry.”

Pry-Boak - he looked at him: normal human fashion. Two eyes.

“Try truth.”

The beats, in terms of beats... they'd had this conversation/it was a thought he'd had.

“- What will hold that map together otherwise, in no time, in short time, even upping the rations, what's gonna cover it all without... me?” She meant due to her pregnancy and her currently inactive, moribund? No, the talent...: talent; that he couldn't run any of it past her supernatural powers of prophecy and sight... while pregnant... the child was using it... which he had to be honest with himself was more and more these days – creepy - the only way he managed to get the – the talent that was – what was it using if for? -

He couldn't lie to himself. Not at this stage. He had no energy for anything other than truth. Examining the board above Pry-Boak, he saw that nothing else did either. Old Works. It barely did. If he couldn't construct a plot-quest-character-world that worked in combination with a hero who pursued truth through it, by means of the particular attributes that revealed who he truly actually was, if he couldn't do that - then all that would work, all that remained that could, was - the last resort to which there was no alternative -

they had to max that stat: truth; they had to pour as much truth in it the same time not enough to expose the whole thing as a... sham.

Glancing at the board, the whole thing was a sham. All this was hanging on an increasingly small number – he meant 3 times an interconnected civilisation/3 civilisations – of Cyclops making the lies real because, poor bastards, they didn't understand, not really, that just forcing a field of perception onto worlds that denied in the final matter of what they were, that perception was only that, only perception, and not a functional reality at all, no matter how much, and with what strength, and with what irrefutable energy and talent you. saw. it. that. way.... with. - Final reality won. But given who he was... where had that thought even come from - how did he even know... that?