[His own newly imagined theories about the promise the station made them, is still in its infancy. Too raw to be let out in to the world, too fragile. But he will think about this, about Jim, as the days will drag on from here.

About choices. The breaking branches of abandoned timelines.

The Darkling smiles, cocking his head to lighten the mood.]

You think that my world and your world might be distantly related? Or, that my world might grow to become like yours. Saints, we have nothing in Ravka that might be capable of flying and it is still a risk simply to venture out on the True Sea. You live in the sky. Everything about your world is- spectacular.