[It's a reasonable guess, and a correct one. The sharp glean of acknowledgement in Jake's eyes says it louder than any verbal affirmative could. They're the kind of eyes that have already seen the horrors Lucas is talking about and thinking about.
Not... magic, per se. But special, yes. Special in the eyes of others who would use that for their own ends.]
Yeah. To power a machine--the machine was the weapon.
[Jake stares at him solemnly for a long moment, weighing the man studied enough to commit such violence but kind enough to offer an unconditional warning.]
Thank you. I'm Jake.
[He doesn't confirm Lucas' suspicions, but he doesn't deny them, either.]
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Not... magic, per se. But special, yes. Special in the eyes of others who would use that for their own ends.]
Yeah. To power a machine--the machine was the weapon.
[Jake stares at him solemnly for a long moment, weighing the man studied enough to commit such violence but kind enough to offer an unconditional warning.]
Thank you. I'm Jake.
[He doesn't confirm Lucas' suspicions, but he doesn't deny them, either.]