“I can’t! I’m immune to my own power.”
“Calm down,” he said. “Panic won’t get us anywhere.”
That’s true. Honestly, it seems to me that panic would – in addition to its mental effects – worsen whatever bleeding there may be.
“Fuck you! Fuck you all!” Amy said. Then she ran. I didn’t have the air in my lungs or the heart to chase her, and both Grue and Bitch were too hurt to give chase. I could run and catch up, sure, but what would I accomplish?
We were so close.
Hm. I guess maybe Mannequin stepped in because Taylor was trying to help Amy? If disrupting that and admonishing Taylor for trying was his goal, I suppose he succeeded.
For now, it was better to be here, with my teammates, and make sure they were okay.
“She’s dead,” Bitch said, quiet.
Lucy, or Amy?
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