[That... that is not just a roll of paper. Devero's eyes go wide as it unrolls out impossibly long-- and then longer, and longer, and longer. In no time at all, that piece of paper has multiplied to cover the floor. Its rustling makes the hair on his arms and the back of his neck stand up.
Before, when Devero has just thought it was a weird paper scarf, he hadn't thought twice about touching it. Now, seeing it casually flaunt the laws of conservation of mass and energy, laws that he has to operate within on a daily basis, he shies from contact with it. He actually yanks up his feet onto the bench to keep them out of the sea of sutra.
Yes, he'd seen Sanzo do magic in the cinema car, and in the hallway before that, but somewhere in the back of his head his mind had been thinking of ways technology could pull off the same feats. Magnets, aerosol nozzles-- there were a lot of places he could think of to start and end up at fire and wrenched metal.
But this? This is unexplainable. The unrolling of the sutra defies anything his brain could come up with, consciously or unconsciously, to replicate the effect.
This is magic. This is real magic.
For the first time since his little glitch a moment ago, he looks directly at Sanzo.]
If it can do this when it's not awake-- what can it do when it wakes up?
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Before, when Devero has just thought it was a weird paper scarf, he hadn't thought twice about touching it. Now, seeing it casually flaunt the laws of conservation of mass and energy, laws that he has to operate within on a daily basis, he shies from contact with it. He actually yanks up his feet onto the bench to keep them out of the sea of sutra.
Yes, he'd seen Sanzo do magic in the cinema car, and in the hallway before that, but somewhere in the back of his head his mind had been thinking of ways technology could pull off the same feats. Magnets, aerosol nozzles-- there were a lot of places he could think of to start and end up at fire and wrenched metal.
But this? This is unexplainable. The unrolling of the sutra defies anything his brain could come up with, consciously or unconsciously, to replicate the effect.
This is magic. This is real magic.
For the first time since his little glitch a moment ago, he looks directly at Sanzo.]
If it can do this when it's not awake-- what can it do when it wakes up?