"That's what it is." Her voice is quiet and flat. "When Rifters disappear. It's not like when you kill a magician and the demon gets un-summoned. There's no coming back from it. When you go, there's nothing more. No more consciousness, no more life, nothing. It's dying."
She scrubs at an oily smudge hard. Her fingernail catches on the wood and jams.
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Date: 2019-08-15 12:30 am (UTC)She scrubs at an oily smudge hard. Her fingernail catches on the wood and jams.
"If Mandrake's gone, he's dead."