She wasn’t a fighter, I remembered. She had held her own against Leviathan, but she didn’t have experience. I wanted to scream at her, to make her stop talking, to do something to Bonesaw.
Sorry, Taylor, not everyone is as straight-to-the-point as you are.
(Although I suppose Parian isn’t exactly “straight” to anything.)
“If it makes you feel any better, some of them might still be alive. We didn’t kill them all.”
That’s the closest she’s said to anything actually comforting, but that’s only until you remember what they did to the ones they didn’t kill.
Parian snapped her attention to Bonesaw, “What?”
“Some we left alive, so I could give them five-minute plastic surgery. My spiders handled most of it. Implants under the skin, some chemical dyes for hair…”
Of course, Bonesaw doesn’t realize that Parian ain’t gonna take that all that much better.
Also damn, she did that stuff in five minutes?
“Plastic surgery?” Parian shook her head. “What? Why?”
“To make them look like us. They’re all running around out there, drawing enemy fire and freaking out. It’s funny.
“Oh your family might still be alive, thought they look like us now and they might get Purity’d sooner or later.”
And of course, it’ll take a dozen visits with doctors less talented than I to get something even resembling their old faces back. Can you imagine how many people are going to double take when they look at them, before they’ve all been fixed? Like, ‘Oh no, it’s Siberian!’, except it isn’t.”
You’re really not helping your case. 😛
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