“A start,” Coil noted.
Something about the image bothered her. She pushed forward, seeing the possible realities that unfolded after that. Very, very few extended any meaningful distance into the future.
…well then. “Oh but we almost certainly die within an hour and ten minutes.”
“Six percent chance we survive the next five hours.”
Which is pretty interesting, because it suggests that this situation would last for at least one hour before Crawler killed them.
Coil stopped, then sighed. “Thank you, pet, for clarifying that.”
Yeeah, that was pretty important.
She nodded.
“Awesome,” Trickster responded, his voice thick with sarcasm. With a more serious tone and expression, he said, “Let’s not give him access to Noelle. Agreed?”
It does sound like that turns out badly, yeah.
“Agreed,” Coil conceded. “Any further ideas?”
Time’s running out. She looked at the numbers for herself, even though she felt the initial throbbing pains at the base of her skull that foretold the encroaching headaches. 53.8 percent chance I die in the next thirty minutes.
Bad numbers: the chapter.
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