“Your name?”
Yes please.
I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and say… hm… Gloriosa.
“Sierra,” she answered me.
That’s a good name! Doesn’t bode well for Skitter’s ability to finish the mission, though – one misstep and it might become unwinnable.
“Let’s walk, Sierra,” I said. “I need details if I’m going to help. The more you can tell me, the better.”
Naturally. Gotta have as much information as possible – knowledge is power.
She joined me as I headed towards the sidewalk, and after taking a moment to compose her thoughts, she started telling me what had happened. “Three weeks ago, everything was so normal. I was finishing up at college. Bryce, my brother, went to Arcadia High. My uncle was staying with us because he was down on his luck, as my dad put it. I’m almost positive it had something to do with his drinking.”
Bryce is a pretty decent name too.
Also, three weeks ago, would that be before Leviathan? It’s unclear to me exactly how much time passed between 8.8 and 9.1.
It does sound like it, at least. I wouldn’t think life immediately after Leviathan would qualify as seeming “so normal”.
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