“Why isn’t he telporting Tattletale out? Or himself? There’s still time for…” I looked at the cloud. Not enough time to save both, now. “He could save one of them, and I could probably get Atlas there and get out of harm’s way before the miasma reached me.”
Yeah… they’ve given up.
“His power gets slower with distance and difference in mass,” Sundancer hugged herself, “Maybe it’s too slow, and he doesn’t think you’d have time to run. Or-”
Also a fair point.
“Or.” I said. The sentence didn’t deserve to be finished. There was the other reason. The notion that he was deliberately avoiding using his power, because he knew I didn’t have the time to get back to them before the miasma reached them.
Yep. It’s genuinely better for everyone if you manage to get out of this, it seems. If the miasma gets you, that might not be possible.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“I don’t know. When you’ve left, I’ll use my power, and I guess I’ll wait here until-” she stopped.
You’re immune to your power, right? Stick yourself in the middle of one of your suns, and the miasma might not be able to get you. Though you might go blind if you’re not immune to the brightness of the inside of a sun.
Until when? There was nothing saying this miasma of Bonesaw’s would disappear or settle anytime soon.
Especially if it’s continuously generated. You’d better hope they’re using a limited resource in the water to make this.
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