Every gaze in Lucy's Lecture Hall landed on him at once.
More than a hundred Immensities, each one a weight, each one a question, and all of them looking at his eyes. Gold, as before, pupil-less and bright. And drifting in the gold, a fleck of obsidian, new since he left.
Moriarty rose halfway from his throne. "THE Legacy's Son," he said. "What did you find?"
Noah had pondered on this question.
The farm, the letter, the garden, the hoe, the grain of something unbearably heavy turned up in the soil: all of it was his now, and he had already decided how much of it this hall would know.
He would keep many things to himself as there were too many monsters in Existence, and he was just up and coming!
"Lucy left behind a legacy," he said. "A way of...seeing."
A murmur ran through the rings!
"It lets me see possible paths." He looked up at the endless tiers. "That path lies with IT as many here already knew."
