Noelle didn’t reply. The silence lingered, punctuated by the heavy blows on the metal door, echoing through the concrete chamber.
“Come on, Noelle. Let’s go back, before you or someone else here does something they’ll regret,” Trickster urged.
Yeah…
The banging continued.
“Come with me, Krouse? We can talk alone?”
Oh yeah, that was Trickster’s civilian name! I forgot about that.
“That sounds good,” Trickster said.
Dinah felt the tension in the room ease. The pain in her skull didn’t get any better. She set about the tedious task of trying to reorganize the images in her head.
Noelle and Trickster talking hopefully helps keep her calm and distracted from the hunger. As long as it doesn’t lead to her eating Trickster, that’s a good thing.
Meanwhile, Dinah’s still trying to use her power even after everything she’s just been through.
Building a house of cards in an unpredictable wind. Every time the numbers changed, what she’d started to sort out fell apart.
And considering they seem to change as every moment passes, that house of cards is doomed.
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