Amy shivered.
“Who is he?”
“My dad.”
“Why not fix your dad?”
I doubt Bonesaw is going to have any patience for Amy’s reasons, really. I mean, she’ll probably hear her out, but she’s not going to respect them.
“My power doesn’t work on brains,” Amy lied.
Oooh, nice call, lying there. If she’d told her that she was afraid to use her power on brains, Bonesaw would probably be like “Oh come on, we can overcome that. Here, let’s try!”
“You’re wrong,” Bonesaw said, stepping closer.
Hm. Well, at least she didn’t take it as the lie it was.
“No.”
“Yes. Your power can affect people’s brains. You have to understand, I’ve taken twenty or thirty people apart to figure out how their power works so I can put them back together again the way I want them.
Oh yeah, I suppose that would make it easier for her to tell how powers work.
I’ve learned almost everything about powers. I’ve induced stress of all kinds on people until they had a trigger event, while I had them on my table and wired to computers, so I could record all the details and study their brains and bodies as the powers took hold.”
Jeez.
Well, at least if she gets caught, her data might prove useful to the scientific community, amorally obtained or otherwise.
Maybe she could divulge some interesting factoids to us while we’re here?
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