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“Angels are real. In fact, one of them is my ride off this ship. Now look, the warding that you put up to block the magic, it must’ve blocked him, too.”
Delphine remembers her mentor in the Men of Letters, who helped her learn many symbols and forms of warding. But she’s lying when she says that her mentor taught her this.
This is the symbol that turns aside evil, all forms of it –– she dreamed it, finally drifting asleep after days and nights of hiding and fleeing, seventy-two hours spent escaping Vichy and the body of that pig lying on the floor.
She dreamed with the box hidden in her bag, next to her heart, and it whispered to her the best protection it knew. She carved it into her skin and met no demons on the road. She painted it into the bulkheads and the men grew kind to one another. She walks safe and sleeps safe on a ship in wartime.
She will help this man from the future because he got past her warding. But she hopes the future knows what it’s doing.