I'm sure someone has the magic you're looking for to raise the land, or manipulate the water. [All the idiots toting powerful magics and they must, right? Prove your value, part the waters.

Lucifer will absolutely eat some equivalent of popcorn from the shoreline if they do and nickname someone Moses.] Fire finds a way. [Or rather: Lucifer does. He doesn't particularly want to go to the island, doesn't see the wisdom in putting his impetuous behavior into that.

He is going to make sure to hold that eye contact.] Do not. By any means. Make a pact with that thing, Istredd. [HE SWEARS TO DAD, ISTREDD. DON'T.]