"Yeah," he says, breathing out a sigh of relief that he didn't realise he was holding. What she's saying is true, and something he should have known already. Sully has gotten himself out of worse jams than this, has always been able to find his way back to Nate. They've dealt with worse than Marlowe, Nate tells himself firmly. This is just a small roadblock.

"The end of the world?" he echoes, realising what she'd said. It sounds like hyperbole, but he's intrigued anyway. "What happened?"

The world I come from, she says, like they don't all come from the same one. Nate has seen cities that were supposed to be lost, were supposed to be myth, but they were all the same world, at least.