With her armed escort, she headed to her room. She collapsed gratefully on her bed.
She knew she’d regret it, but she used her power. She had to know. It would be one more use, to hold her over, and she would stop using her power for the next few days, at least. Weeks, if Coil let her.
Know what, exactly? Whether Crawler will come back?
Or maybe, whether she’ll be saved, now that Sundancer brought up that possibility?
She clutched her covers and bit her pillow as her head erupted with pain. More than half of the groundwork she’d so carefully laid in place over the past hour fell apart as she pulled the scenes into two groups. Minutes passed before she had her number.
31.6%.
If it’s the latter, which I think it might be, that’s not that bad a chance.
More than four percent higher than it had been yesterday.
Okay, definitely not about Crawler, and this is something she checks repeatedly. I think I was right.
Thirty-one point six percent chance she’d get to go home someday.
Bingo.
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