So much hinged on how the next few moments played out.
“The Nine are distracted. I’m going to help the people run.”
Oh boy, good luck.
The lack of response was as damning as anything they could have said.
Yeeah. “Your choice, none of our business as long as it doesn’t fuck up the plan.”
I waited until Purity fired again, then used the rumble as an excuse to stir various bugs into action. I did a body count, placing bugs on people’s right feet, trying to calculate how many there were and how they were distributed.
There was a crowd inside the building with the Nine. People huddled in a room with Crawler, who lay on the ground with his chin resting on his forelimbs, facing them.
That’s probably not the most comforting roommate to have.
I couldn’t find Grue. Was he in that group? No.
How would you even recognize him without putting bugs all over? Are the bugs individually sensing some sort of identifying characteristic?
Krixwell Liveblogs 