[Maaaagnets. What a mystery. Merlin purses his lips as he watches Prior move ahead, thinking about... science? Metal that sticks to other metal, on purpose? It seems just like magic, without magic involved. Science remains an enigma.]
Oh— [But the rest of the explanation, without science or knives or metals—yes, he can get behind that. Something in that resonates with him the way knives sticking to certain pieces of a frame... doesn't.] Like destiny. I know what you mean, then.
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Oh— [But the rest of the explanation, without science or knives or metals—yes, he can get behind that. Something in that resonates with him the way knives sticking to certain pieces of a frame... doesn't.] Like destiny. I know what you mean, then.
...Well, minus the dance floor.