[kavinsky looks at the light coming from below, the granules flying through the air. a smile spreads across his face.] I dunno. You gotta get 'em cut sometimes. [how would you know?] Left it wide open for you. Go ahead.

I'll get as high as high can go.

[kavinsky may be afraid of a great many things, but heights have never been one of them. he draws closer to billy anyway, an instinct based on fear but many times removed in practice. peering over the mage's shoulder, to see if the beach really is going to fall away.] Can you really do that shit? Pull out somebody's fucking soul?