“I only know of one other person who even knows it exists and he is on the other end of this line that I can’t break. And tried to drain me.”
Lin nodded again. “It is an extraordinarily bad thing, the line. No good things ever come of a permanent connection. Severing it is almost impossible now it has been used for such strong work. We cannot break it safely for you without him here and we only cross to the Delfland in dire crisis.”
Marchant took from this that his situation was not a dire crisis. “What happens to me, then?” he had asked Lin. “What do I do?”
Lin looked at him almost sympathetically. “You wait.” He stopped walking and turned to face Marchant. They were walking their regular circle around some of the inner halls where there seemed to be a market and places that sold food. It was crowded and humid and warm. “You wait, and because his kias is bleeding through you and into the shimmer, eventually he will die, and the line will die with him.” He was very matter of fact.