"Hasn't everyone heard of Kithabel? I live in Africa, not under a rock," Cam tells Tattletale. "You, on the other hand, are new to me."
It's a fake. Yes and yes. Kithabel, they're not all gone, come here and I can help you.
Yeah. I was. But I'm still driving. If you can't reach into other dimensions yourself I can help.
And he - his avatar - reaches out and floods her with reach and speed and focus.
She wan't gaining momentum unprecedentedly fast for very long, and there is rather a lot of them. They don't instantly vanish. But they aren't in much of a position to resist either, and dwindle to nothing after a surprisingly short time spent wanting them to.
"Yeah. Yeah, that's - those two." Cam sighs. "They blew up the Earths on the way out. All of them. I can put the planets back but I can't do minds -"
"I can do resurrections. She let me do those for momentum, sometimes, mostly on Earths they weren't using. I can do a lot in a batch now."
"Let's go put everything back," says Cam. "How long will it take you to get to the point where you can teleport us to hunt down all the others?"