Brill was in the courtyard.
She had been there since morning, the between-space quality of the school's outdoor space running at the level that her ability received most clearly.
She looked up when he arrived.
At Level 80.
At the blank multiplier.
At the World's Warden classification.
She sat with it for a moment — the between-space ability running, the between-space's experience of the return received from the other side.
"Yes," she said. "Different."
He sat beside her.
"Tell me," he said.
"The between-space's awareness of you," she said. "From the other side — what I receive is the between-space's experience of the correction function being present in it." She paused. "At every level before eighty — the experience was — the correction function present in the between-space, the between-space aware of the function." She paused. "Distinct. Separate presences in relationship." She paused. "At eighty — " she stopped.
"What," he said.
