The war was big and old, something Isaac knew intellectually, but the feedback from his talent crystallized that into something concrete. An ancient locomotive, seized and rusty, that his power was oiling and polishing in a bid to convince it to move once again. It was such an enormous thing that simply trying to brute-force change might not properly work — if esoteric conceptual manipulation could be considered brute force. His initial efforts seemed to have little effect, just trying to affect the war entire.Fortunately, he’d had time to think and practice. Not that there was anything fancy about his approach, since it was just a modified version of what he’d done with physical inertia when he needed some more oomph. Breaking it up into different pieces and applying his power to each of them.So it wasn’t merely the war itself that he was making less resistance to change, but also the concepts of the stalemate, of status quo, and anything else he could think of that would have an effect. Even things that weren’t directly related, like the emotional temperature of the moon, though the actual success he had in affecting things varied. The demuto signaled when he’d latched onto something of substance, which meant he could just try whatever popped into his head – or Sarah suggested – and check it off as valid or not.“Maybe territory?” Sarah hazarded. The two of them had been shown to a small suite after the altercation in the war room, something obviously converted over to handle Shay and Astoria given the difference in architecture and rune placement. Even on the moon, renovations had a distinct look about them.“I mean, it’s not really a territorial thing, though,” Isaac said, writing it down despite his doubts. They’d had a little bit of discussion before coming to the moon, but it was too abstract for them to really grapple with before they’d arrived. “I honestly thought it was near side and far (...)