The two weeks had passed slowly, in the way weeks passed when soone had made a decision they didn't like and still needed to keep moving.
Ren had closed the door on the statue problem in his mind after three days of turning over a risky solution… Using the seven dragon cores that ford the energy backbone of the second chamber below the castle. The sa chanism of power Dragarion had used.
The idea had lasted exactly as long as the three conversations in which different people using different ways of saying the sa thing had insisted that an overload capable of generating Diamond-rank crystals in his system could end up crystallizing him in ways that had no known solution. Because the only person who might have been able to attempt the extraction of that crystallization was him, and cloning himself was not a viable strategy.
Selphira had been the last to have that sa conversation.
With the preserved arm now in her possession, she had said what she needed to say when Ren needed to hear sothing that wasn't strategy or tactics but the other kind of thing.
"The girls," she had said, without preamble because preambles were for people with no good understanding of each other. "That's what's bothering you underneath all of this."
Ren hadn't denied it.
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