He extended his hand slightly, preparing to tug on the bond he held with Serika and Feng: strong and vivid within his soul. Yet… just as the familiar sensation of his soul's grasp began to pulse outward…
He hesitated.
A frown flickered across his face.
"…Wait," he muttered, lowering his hand slightly. "I just realized… can't you two enter instead? It would be easier if I just brought you in, rather than trying to pull them out."
The bright smiles of his mothers froze for a beat, almost imperceptibly.
An awkward silence hung in the air.
It was Malakar, leaning against the wall, who broke it first. His voice was a tired, dry rumble.
"It won't work," he declared flatly.
Quinlan let out a slow breath, nodding. Of course. His mothers, Primordials though they were, were still tethered to this realm. Exile wasn't so easily undone.
