[Henry wouldn’t know what to do, either, were it not for a single, floating tarot card left in the wake of those dissipating motes of light. It spins gently, pulling at something at the back of his mind, beckoning.
There’s almost too much to process right now, but it’s easy to follow instinct. Henry steps forward, and then again, and when he reaches the card he plucks it out of the air with forefinger and thumb.
Turning it over in his hand, its illustration reveals the Tower arcana.]
Alec, look at this.
[It feels… strange. Like something too, too familiar. Something lost. The realization will crash into him soon.]
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There’s almost too much to process right now, but it’s easy to follow instinct. Henry steps forward, and then again, and when he reaches the card he plucks it out of the air with forefinger and thumb.
Turning it over in his hand, its illustration reveals the Tower arcana.]
Alec, look at this.
[It feels… strange. Like something too, too familiar. Something lost. The realization will crash into him soon.]