I hurried to her side, while Brooks turned to rejoin the fight and help re-establish our front lines.
“Lisa!” I shook her. She looked at me, her eyes unfocused.
Come back to this world, Lisa!
“They’re like viruses,” she said. Her voice was thin, as if she were talking to herself. “And babies. And gods. All at the same time.”
She did it.
She actually fucking did it.
“Viruses”, huh… that would be in line with the idea that parahumans are the result of absorbing a “seed” of a tesseractid. And implies that they might be using the parahumans to create more of themselves.
“Babies” implies a sense of immaturity. They don’t know what they’re doing, they don’t fully understand their impact.
“Gods” is… pretty self-explanatory in this case. Anyone could look at these beings and say “that’s some god-level shit right there”.
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