Bob sighs. He hates to be the bearer of bad news, but someone’s got to tell the kid.
“Cassian,” Bob calls. “You’re not making it out alive. Sorry.”
What was that for?! Living asks him.
“The kid needed to hear it. And I will tell people what they need to know.” Suddenly, weird stuff happens, and Bob hears the words, “These words are accepted.” Shardplate appears on Bob as he runs towards the Midnight Essence, Shardsheild in hand.