Mycroft accepted the truth of her universe (she wasn't lying, so there was no point), though he knew with absolute certainty that magic didn't exist in his. Not in the last place because he would know about it, if it had.
Instead he was warily aware that such 'metaphysical laws' apparently applied to this ship, in whatever small form. "Poetic?" he echoed. "A mental toll, rather than a physical?"
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Instead he was warily aware that such 'metaphysical laws' apparently applied to this ship, in whatever small form. "Poetic?" he echoed. "A mental toll, rather than a physical?"