That silence is the sound of Dave's brain caving in from the weight of all that improbability. He wants to believe Horvath, but...
But, but, but.
He decides to take a drink from his water bottle before saying anything else. What he winds up doing is choking on the first sip, which sends him into a violent coughing fit that he tries talking through.
"Crap—" cough "I'm okay—" sputter "don't worry—."
The Prime Merlinian, gentleman and gentleman.
Once that's over, he tries to look completely cool, as though that didn't just happen. He leans back in his chair and sets the bottle on the table, then looks to Horvath. "Okay. I... guess that sounds almost plausible."
He rubs an eyebrow, then a realization dawns on him. "If you're the last Merlinian in your world, does that mean—?" The question goes unfinished, the words hanging in the air.
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But, but, but.
He decides to take a drink from his water bottle before saying anything else. What he winds up doing is choking on the first sip, which sends him into a violent coughing fit that he tries talking through.
"Crap—" cough "I'm okay—" sputter "don't worry—."
The Prime Merlinian, gentleman and gentleman.
Once that's over, he tries to look completely cool, as though that didn't just happen. He leans back in his chair and sets the bottle on the table, then looks to Horvath. "Okay. I... guess that sounds almost plausible."
He rubs an eyebrow, then a realization dawns on him. "If you're the last Merlinian in your world, does that mean—?" The question goes unfinished, the words hanging in the air.