[ Disconnection. Fitting, for a being like him -- a being that does not truly belong in the physical world.

He nods. ]

Like my Void. [ His Void, because it is not the Void of this world. ] Dreams and magic and power... The sigils are truly ancient bone charms, in a way. If what we are told of all worlds coming from this one is true, I suppose it makes sense.

I will carry it. I may seek my own ways to hide it.

[ If only because he's seen some of the magic people here use, and- well, the Brucolac's was really sloppy. ]