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Ptolemaius. Ptolemaius. Ptolemy. Answer me! Where are you?
I call desperately into the ringing abyss. Nothing answers me, save the gathering sould of my kindred.
What do you seek, Bartimaeus? Who is here that you must find?
I ignore them.
Ptolemy!
Rekhyt?
His voice is so small. Yet he doesn't sound frightened, merely curious.
PTOLEMY!
I thunder. He drifts towards me.
Oh. There you are.
I catch sight of him and wince. His form is most unattractive, a spindly little fellow.
How... What is that?
Unless I'm quite mistaken, that is me.
Ooh…
I wince.
You're sort of icky.
Thank you.
He sounds quite sarcastic. Perhaps the Other Place is having the same effect on him as it did on all of us.
Welcome.
So, I made it.
I nod.
Sure did.
Impressed?
He asks. I smile. And shake my head.
I've felled armies single-handedly. On more occasions than one. I simply don't do impressed.
He glowers at me. It's about the most complex move that ugly form he wears can handle.
I built a bridge to the Other Place, Rekhyt. That's all but the definition of impossible.
All right. Maybe I'm a little taken aback.
I shall simply count it as a mark of esteem that a creature of such prowess of yourself has so much confidence in me, then.
I smile and fake a frown.
You're insufferable.
The pot and the kettle, dearest Rekhyt. The pot and the kettle.
His form is slowly becoming better and better looking.
I'd be offended, but I'm too busy being pointedly unimpressed.
The thing almost resembles him now. It laughs, and I can hear the sound from all around me.
So, this is your home?
Yeah. I'd offer you tea, but we mostly only eat each other.
Charming.
He smiles widely and comes to where I "am". Sort of. He takes my arm, or as close as he can manage, and leans over me.
Let's talk.
All right.
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