He caught me across the cheekbone with his elbow, and pain shot through my entire skull, bringing me halfway back to reality.
I mean, she’s remembering so far, but for Hana it started to fade rather quickly after time resumed, even if her psychic link with her weapon (at least I presume that’s the reason) allowed her to remember the most important bits.
Someone grabbed me, her chest soft against my back, her grip around my shoulders painfully tight. Charlotte? Or Lisa?
I don’t think Lisa would do this unless she were physically trying to restrict Taylor from fighting back. I guess it’s either a scared Charlotte, or a female merchant getting in from behind.
The shift from what I had seen to relative normalcy was so drastic that I could barely grasp what I was sensing.
Yeeah, got a lot to process right now.
I opened my mouth to say something and then closed it. I couldn’t unfocus or take in the scene as a whole, as the entirety of my attention was geared for seeing…
Seeing the unseeable?
what had I been looking at? It escaped me as I tried to remember.
Ah, there we go.
It reminds me a lot of someone’s power. I wonder if more powers are similar to things about the beings?
I shook my head, striving and failing to see past the countless minute details or the shape of things: the way the Merchant’s facial features seemed to spread out as he advanced towards me, the contraction of his body as he bent down, the nicks and brown of rust on the knife he picked up, the one I’d dropped. I still held my good knife.
Taylor seems to have ended up in a state of hyperawareness following a timeless moment of being aware of something most people have no idea exists… if anything her awareness has gone down.
But it also appears to be working against her right now – she can’t see the forest for the trees, and the forest is currently attacking her with a knife.
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