almost enough. A flash of potential, all in a smeary whirl—more like glimpses of images, really, and far too much cryptic symbology—but it had been enough to see that the Wheels were still turning. Fate was lumbering forward.Strangely, it all seemed to flower outward from the little one, not from the twin, as he'd rather expected, but youth did burn brightest in his general experience. Jacin-rei's little sister was burning like the last gasp of a dying star. Asai frowned at the metaphor. He had a bit of a soft spot for mortal youth—they were such fascinating little portents, even the ones without magic, their fundamental belief in all things splaying them open like porous possibility—and he'd truly hate to see Jacin-rei lose more than he had to. Still, the boy might well make it necessary to take a ruthless step or two. Asai would debate the value of laying the responsibility at Jacin-rei's feet later, after Fate had set the Cycle, when Asai was better able to gauge the feasibility of keeping his Ghost.
