That deep, primal prey-animal part of my psyche kept telling me something was wrong, that I was in danger.
Something definitely is wrong, and if anyone other than these two (and their little dog too) shows up, you’re probably in danger. So while this is miasma-induced paranoia talking, it’s not entirely wrong.
I tried to tell myself that it was just my fear working itself up, my brain playing tricks on me. There was nothing out there.
There’s stuff out there.
The weight of the gun in my hand was both a reassurance and a burden. It would be so easy to do something I would regret for the rest of my life.
Yeeah, try not to shoot anyone you’re not 100% certain is one of the Nine.
I mean, self-defense is a thing, but you’ve got the bugs too. Go for those first if you can.
“Hate this,” I muttered.
“Me too,” Grue answered. He put his hand on my shoulder to offer some reassurance. “But we manage, we cope because we’re a team. We belong together.”
*sound of sails being hoisted in the distance*
My awareness snagged on someone who was walking a distance behind us, measuring their pace with ours.
Hello.
Ooh, I just thought of something: I wonder if Armsmaster is going to show up during this. I had kind of figured I’d have to put him in my predictions for next Arc, but maybe this is how he comes into play.
Except most of the interesting stuff about him coming back into play has to do with his history with Taylor, and if neither can recognize each other right now… honestly, we’re probably better off waiting for next Arc when it comes to that reunion.
So who is this coming up behind them? Rachel? Amy, cutting the middleman? Jack or Siberian?
Incidentally, the best way to identify the Nine right now is probably to see if they act like they know who people are. I can’t imagine they’ve subjected themselves to the mist.
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