[ The flicker of something else doesn't spur another violent response, but the echo of it's bemusing — symbols, words. Mat thinks of the Forsaken and of seals, then reminds himself he's being a fool. He has no idea what the seals look like, or whether they're even a real, physical thing.
It's distracting, and it takes him a few seconds to draw his focus back to Kaji. He meets his eyes again, then pointedly checks the medallion that's strung around his own neck, obscured beneath a black scarf. It's still there, and it isn't cold, which means...
He has no idea what it bloody means. That this isn't the One Power, which is good enough on its own; less good when there's no other explanation he can fathom. The pause is drawn out that much longer as Mat watches him, considering, and there's a decidedly suspicious bent to his voice when he finally replies. ]
Which one was it? You went through one of those blasted doors, didn't you.
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It's distracting, and it takes him a few seconds to draw his focus back to Kaji. He meets his eyes again, then pointedly checks the medallion that's strung around his own neck, obscured beneath a black scarf. It's still there, and it isn't cold, which means...
He has no idea what it bloody means. That this isn't the One Power, which is good enough on its own; less good when there's no other explanation he can fathom. The pause is drawn out that much longer as Mat watches him, considering, and there's a decidedly suspicious bent to his voice when he finally replies. ]
Which one was it? You went through one of those blasted doors, didn't you.