With his decision made, Rowan's consciousness spread across his Destroyer. Since he had access to just one consciousness he could not even cover the entirety of his being. He could only see a small part of it, his consciousness could not cover the totality of his existence, and like an ant roaming the body of a mighty dragon, he searched through thousands of worlds until he found his target.
Lost tends to move around… a lot.
Rowan wondered if it was because of his name that the boy tended to wander like the breeze. Names were powerful, but he still thought it fit the nature of the boy. Rowan was grateful he did not wipe out the consciousness of this Supreme Aspect when he made it.
This would be something his father would do. Rowan would be better than that. He had to be, or else the battle with his father would lead to nothing but destruction on such a scale that nothing of laughter or love would come of it.