Credence can't help but wonder why, though the answer is obvious as it pricks the back of his mind--he wants something later. The necklace given to him by Grindelwald was something similar, summoning stone or not. The knife isn't a talisman like that thing was, sure, but he can't help but feel a little wrong as he takes it and gingerly puts it in one of his pockets.
He owes Jess Brightwell something, now. But what, he wonders, will he want? Especially if it's figured out he has something inside him, something terrible and awesome? Something wonderful and depraved, full of fear and hatred and the driving desire to be wanted?
"Thank you," he says, and it's quiet. "I'll be more careful."
And, after a brief pause: "Do you usually--" A vague motion to the roofs. 'Is that how you travel?' he wants to say, but winds up hunching back over.
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Credence can't help but wonder why, though the answer is obvious as it pricks the back of his mind--he wants something later. The necklace given to him by Grindelwald was something similar, summoning stone or not. The knife isn't a talisman like that thing was, sure, but he can't help but feel a little wrong as he takes it and gingerly puts it in one of his pockets.
He owes Jess Brightwell something, now. But what, he wonders, will he want? Especially if it's figured out he has something inside him, something terrible and awesome? Something wonderful and depraved, full of fear and hatred and the driving desire to be wanted?
"Thank you," he says, and it's quiet. "I'll be more careful."
And, after a brief pause: "Do you usually--" A vague motion to the roofs. 'Is that how you travel?' he wants to say, but winds up hunching back over.