"It's too fu- too much. Or it was for me. Takes awhile to..." To what, Milly-fox? Not feel like someone's playing in your head? Making you see and feel and think things that weren't real? Not like you ain't been there before. He didn't say any of that, though. Instead he looked around, gave a half-shrug. Either the guy would get it or he wouldn't. If Mildmay'd been placing bets, he woulda gone for would.

"I like maps." Going back to the guy's question was easier. And maybe a reason Mildmay'd picked an atlas if he was gonna have a book out in public. "And where I come from, it ain't, it ain't the world this place is supposed to be from."