Under that veil of silvery shadows, her smile twisted slightly. He was telling the truth, because he was trying to put a brave face on it. Such a man. His death would be more trouble than it was worth, though so very satisfying.

"...Very well. You know the consequences of not keeping quiet."

Reality folded, bent and twisted into a doorway into infinite black. A blackness deeper than even the darkness of deep space. Mesaana stepped through the doorway and reality folded back to normal.

The weaves on his body would unravel eventually.