Some of it's... [ With a glance toward Robbie—he's still fighting the compulsion to give him space, watch him interact with the lettering—he comes closer. The vaguely English markings he doesn't bother to point out, but the pair of triangles he nods to. ]
Delta, that's Greek. Maybe it's an equation. [ “Solve for everything.” William looks sidelong at the other man, then to the ground, a hand rubbing at his neck. Almost shy, the corner of his mouth twitching in a wry smile. ] Maybe it says, “Abandon all hope, ye who enter.”
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Delta, that's Greek. Maybe it's an equation. [ “Solve for everything.” William looks sidelong at the other man, then to the ground, a hand rubbing at his neck. Almost shy, the corner of his mouth twitching in a wry smile. ] Maybe it says, “Abandon all hope, ye who enter.”