This wasn’t rational for him, it didn’t jibe with my knowledge of him.
What knowledge? That he’s knocking everyone out?
That could mean there was something about the miasma that was making him irrational.
Sure.
I waited for long minutes as he continued firing down on the others. He cast me one sidelong glance, then flew off in pursuit of someone I couldn’t see.
This whole thing oddly enough doesn’t change that much between Legend and Taylor. He was already unsure what to make of her.
Even after I was able to start wiggling myself free, it was slow. I measured my progress in half-inches. My chest, small as it was, proved an issue.
Awkward.
…did I accidentally predict this predicament by opening this chapter’s intro post with “Let’s wiggle a bit”?
Coupled with the armor at my front and the remains of the armor at my back, it made getting free an issue. Several times, I stopped breathing for a good minute before I forced myself back under the concrete sheet to be able to breathe again, then I did it again.
Damn, girl’s good at holding her breath.
As much through the wear and tear on my armor as anything else, I managed to slide my upper body out on the fifth attempt. I took a second to breathe and rest, and then began the slow process of getting my midsection and hips past the mouth of the concrete shelf.
wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle
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