“Pet, the chance that Crawler kills us, now that we’ve undertaken this route?”
“I don’t. I can’t.” Her head hurt so much.
You’re on your own now, Coil. You’ve burnt out your seer.
“Try,” and in his hard tone, she heard the unspoken threat of having her candy taken away.
She did. The scenes had no order to them.
Oh, so it is still possible for her to do it at this point, but it’s messed up, and if she does it too much, it’ll probably go badly.
They were all jumbled, and trying to pull some semblance of order and sense into them was like thrusting her hands into fire and razor blades, thrusting her mind into fire and razor blades. A long groan of pain was drawn from her throat, and the strength went out of her body.
She can see things, but she can’t organize them like she usually does to get the numbers.
“You’re killing her!” Sundancer gasped.
“No,” Coil said, as if from a place far away. “I’ve had her use her power to check. This may be miserable for her, but she can’t die from it.”
Oh right, that was mentioned earlier.
Coil touching her, that overpowering phantom smell, the fear, the nausea…
If there’s anything left in Dinah’s stomach, I doubt it’s staying there very long.
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