[He's fascinated, and maybe dangerously so. He watches for a moment as flashes of light and shadow give way to solid shapes, and then to aliens, with technology he'll never hope to see at home, and features he would never have dreamed up on his own. Which is how he knows this has to be real.
He'd known Scorpius must have been a child once, but he couldn't picture it. He hadn't thought much about it, really, beyond wondering absently if Scorpius had sprung from a test-tube fully formed, like Athena cutting her way free from Zeus's forehead.
But this is no myth. Somehow, despite all his doubts, Scorpius has turned out to be real, after all. This has to be Scorpius's own mind--and judging by the grimace on his face, it's the truth, too. His hand hovers over the buttons that will stop this, but he doesn't press them yet.]
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He'd known Scorpius must have been a child once, but he couldn't picture it. He hadn't thought much about it, really, beyond wondering absently if Scorpius had sprung from a test-tube fully formed, like Athena cutting her way free from Zeus's forehead.
But this is no myth. Somehow, despite all his doubts, Scorpius has turned out to be real, after all. This has to be Scorpius's own mind--and judging by the grimace on his face, it's the truth, too. His hand hovers over the buttons that will stop this, but he doesn't press them yet.]