The Darkling takes time to think at that moment, contemplating not if he should hide information from Raylan, but instead because he's unsure how to phrase it.
"There's always something," he says carefully, quietly, narrowed, beady eyes glancing to the horizon. "An unsanctioned book. Forbidden research. A twisted myth. Some practice no one should never touch or engage with, something that gives you power at a price. Whispered tales of why one shouldn't tamper with what the world already gives you."
He pauses, but only for a few moments. "In Ravka, the father of all Grisha didn't just use the small science that we used. He used Merzost. Magic. Surely there's some equivalence here."
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"There's always something," he says carefully, quietly, narrowed, beady eyes glancing to the horizon. "An unsanctioned book. Forbidden research. A twisted myth. Some practice no one should never touch or engage with, something that gives you power at a price. Whispered tales of why one shouldn't tamper with what the world already gives you."
He pauses, but only for a few moments. "In Ravka, the father of all Grisha didn't just use the small science that we used. He used Merzost. Magic. Surely there's some equivalence here."