"I understand. And you're right.aNeither of us should have it, but if something should happen? Better us than half the people on this planet. We are used to fighting corrupting influences. Most people are not."
He sipped his drink again, shivering as he thought about those stones, and wondered if the seventh stone had returned to this universe or not. That would be even worse.
He slammed up his mental walls then, locking the information tight, and making himself not think of it. Having people know of that stone, or how to get it? That would be worse than catastrop[hic. That could end the multiverse. It almost had once before.
His eyes instead watched her as she walked, and a small part of him appreciated, for a moment, just how much she had grown up, before he forced himself to shove that thought aside too.
"Well, now you have me. And I've learned a few things, too. I'm no master, but Imight be able to help you a little." He hoped so. He worried for her.