My alarm clock sat on the ground by my inflatable mattress. I picked it up and turned it around so the I could see the green numbers of the digital display. Five forty in the morning.
Almost time for a morning run, perhaps?
Maybe she’ll run into the watchful gaze of the dragon.
Time to wake up, I supposed. There was no way I was going to be able to fall asleep again in the next few hours. It wasn’t just the idea of having another nightmare. The dream had left me with a feeling of an impending deadline.
Ah, yeah. I did mention saving Dinah in time.
How long could Dinah be expected to hold on? I doubted Coil was taking bad care of her, so she wouldn’t die of malnutrition or overdose on whatever drugs Coil was giving her. Still, there was a limit to what the human mind could handle.
True that.
How long until Coil pushed her abilities too far? If she was getting headaches from the use of her power, there was a chance she could suffer more severe issues if pushed to use it more often.
Ah, yeah. Good thing Coil can do half his questions in one reality and half in the other, I guess.
Pain generally signified something was wrong.
She does have a point. That’s literally the entire reason we have pain, and just about all other parahumans we’ve seen have no apparent trouble using their power, even if some uses can lead to sensory overload or backfires.
I guess maybe the headaches could be the beginning of a backfire, with a power that’s got little wiggle room before getting to that point?
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