Reyes had been slowly getting accustomed to the idea of entire universes that ticked differently from his own: not just another galaxy with different biomes, species, creatures, but different rules entirely, physics suspended, demons existing. (But then again, if it looked like a duck and quacked like a duck— what was a thresher maw but a kind of demon?)

“And I thought we had it special, with people who could levitate objects, or put up protective barriers, or tear others apart at the cellular level, or disrupt their mind.” People were understandably horrified by biotics, in his world. He continued, musing, “Perhaps someday, with enough practice, they’d have learnt to change time itself with those abilities. But — does this mean that you do magic?”