"The cult itself doesn't interest me."
Sevra blinked a few times at the non sequitur from the heiress, as Elua had just been describing the function of the printing tool. Detailing how she was willing to build another small one like she had given to Dima… if the scout wanted. Before dropping that statement fully knowing how it would land.
Transferring all of the probability maps onto pages took time, even if turning the information into a spiritual fragment took almost none for the former Demi-god. Talking about other things while the partially essence fueled laser printer did its duties, the brunette kicked her feet from atop the library table as her friend browsed the filled in shelves.
'She didn't even bother to question how many of these books I made myself. How boring she has become.'
