Caine's lips parted to speak, but before any words could be uttered, Laplace shook his head.
"Lerouge, please understand that some things are yours to unveil. I cannot light the path ahead. It is for your own good."
"You will have to uncover these mysteries yourself."
Caine didn't seem too surprised by these words. He nodded, allowing Laplace to continue.
"What I can tell you, though… is that you must pray you do not meet any True Defiants soon… you are not ready yet… not anywhere near…"
"And do not, under any circumstances, talk about the marks on your heart to anyone."
Caine raised a brow of interest upon hearing these words but didn't protest.
"I see," he nodded. "But how does any of this bring me here, to you? Or rather, how has all this brought you to me since…" Caine looked around. "…I don't suppose this is a part of the Weave, yes?"
Laplace leaned back in his throne as he nodded. "This indeed is not the Weave. I was sent to give you a few things."
