“I know, but pressuring her won’t help anything.”
A smell hit her. Like the bitterest black chocolate in the world and overly strong coffee, the odor so thick on the air that she could taste it. With her already upset stomach, it made her want to retch.
Would this be Crawler?
“Smells bad,” she said. “Make the smell go away.”
“She’s conscious. Is this smell a clue?” Trickster turned.
Hm, does he not smell it himself?
Is it all in her head? Maybe something from the future she looked into?
“No. It’s a symptom,” Coil answered him, not turning to look at her or them. “She may be dizzy, dazed, or she may rub or scratch at herself until she fully recovers. Don’t let her scratch her corneas or rub herself until she bleeds.”
…
He’s done this before.
It’s unclear whether Dinah remembers him doing this before, whether she’s been through this at his command before, but he’s done it.
Enough that he’s so aware of the symptoms that it’s like he’d read up on it on some medical website.
How many alternate Dinahs did he do this to?
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