Cam wouldn't know to look for breadcrumbs. He grows and grows and grows, groping around for abilities that will make him better at using and finding and growing. There's almost nobody left for him to worry about simulating, just Kithabel who'd volunteer if she knew what was good for her and the entities who fucking blew up uncountable 'illions of Earths and are no longer entitled to moral protection and one guy who his blossoming expectations think they're leaving alone.
Cam doesn't have to worry about energy expenditure any more than the entities with the tame sorceress do. He seeks, he finds, he follows, trying not to dwell on what an appallingly Lovecraftian thing he is now.
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Date: 2016-04-01 04:52 am (UTC)Cam doesn't have to worry about energy expenditure any more than the entities with the tame sorceress do. He seeks, he finds, he follows, trying not to dwell on what an appallingly Lovecraftian thing he is now.