Amy’s screams joined his.
“I’m doing you a favor, really!” Bonesaw raised her voice to be heard over the screams. “You’ll thank me!”
Oh, sure, she totally will.
Amy rushed forward, hauled on the metal leg to pull it from Mark’s nostril, pulled at the other legs to tear it from him and then hurled it away. Lighter than it looked.
I suppose it makes sense that the robots would need to be light, in order to walk on walls or move quickly across the floor.
“Now fix him or he’ll probably die or be a vegetable,” Bonesaw told her. “Unless you decide you’re okay with that, in which case we’re making progress.”
So no matter what Amy does here, other than continue to pretend she can’t manipulate brains until Mark dies or becomes even more disabled than he already is, Bonesaw will see it as a victory.
Amy tried to shut out Bonesaw’s voice, straddled Mark’s lap and touched his face.
There are a lot of ways to touch someone’s face, but I can’t help but imagine Amy’s palm applied directly to the middle of the face.
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