Unnoticed Singularity wasn't a fool. If anything, he was dangerously clever.
No one but someone from their world would understand the language he just spoke. It was obscure—only about 18% of people in their original world knew it fluently. But even if you didn't speak it, you'd recognize it instantly if you belonged to that place. The syntax, the tone, the cadence—it wasn't something you could fake.
That was the safety net that had brought his party together. That was how he'd confirmed who was truly an insider among them.
But never, not in his wildest calculations, would he have expected Damon to understand it—let alone reply.
"Hmm. I see," Damon said smoothly, speaking back in the same language.
Unnoticed Singularity blinked—and then smiled. It was rare for the typically reserved figure to show any emotion, let alone that kind of smile.
