Harmony thinks this over, looks decidedly unhappy about whatever she figures out.<br/><br/>"More like he had real power, but it wasn't his.  It was borrowed.  I dunno how to explain it.  Kinda never really made it much past the GED.  Not that we had that in my day."  She scuffs the ground with the toe of one boot.  "But yeah, there's real wizards and shit. Didn't get stuck in Cameron Motherfucking Missouri for too damn long because of my sunny disposition.  I'm not sayin' he wasn't dangerous as fuck."<br/><br/>Running a hand through her hair, she grimaces.<br/><br/>"Like a four year old with Daddy's shotgun."<br/><br/>She grimaces again when the subject of Alex comes up again, hugs herself, steps back from the conversation as if the thought of moving on or staying here is a matter of general indifference to her.  So when Alex reappears a short time later, she goes to find one of Soph's female devotees to hang with for a bit.<br/><br/>"Route's clear once we get past that jam," the younger man reports gruffly.  "Flat, level ground.  Smooth sailing.  Just a lot of burned out wreckage and ex-people around.  Fun times, huh?"