Ragna looked down at him from above with calm.
Then he laughed.
It was not a mocking laugh or a dramatic one. It was the quiet, genuine laugh of someone who had found things genuinely amusing in a situation that was not funny to anyone else but him.
"Did you think it would be that easy?" he asked, looking at Silva. "To simply walk away from me?"
Silva felt the rage arrive fast.
It came from somewhere deep
He started moving.
All his clones started moving.
Every one of them, simultaneously, pressing against whatever Ragna had done to hold them in place, the freeze resisting at first and then giving under the collective force of all of them pushing against it at once, slowly, like walking through something that did not want to be walked through.
Ragna noticed it.
He barely let it show. A slight adjustment in his expression.
The weeping angels scattered.
