[Wash watches him and moves a few steps to the side, angling his aim further away from York, just in case. He focuses on the lighter and concentrates. Okay. He can do this. This will be totally different from everything he's done for the past few hours.]
[Right.]
[He waves his hand, willing the air around him to move forward and blow out the lighter. It doesn't work.]
[Neither does the second try.]
[Or the third]
[Or the half dozen after that.]
...how much fuel did you put in it? [Because they could be here a while.]
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[Right.]
[He waves his hand, willing the air around him to move forward and blow out the lighter. It doesn't work.]
[Neither does the second try.]
[Or the third]
[Or the half dozen after that.]
...how much fuel did you put in it? [Because they could be here a while.]