Skitter had been gone for roughly as long as Tattletale.
“Is that it?” Bryce asked.
I’m sorry, Sierra, but I have to say it: Bryce is an inconsiderate, ungrateful little fucker.
“I was hoping for more than two words of response. How’s your hand?”
“Hurts.”
“Here, have a third word.”
“That’s going to happen. You lost all four fingers.”
“No. It hurts like my fingers are still there and they’re being crushed.”
That’s called phantom pains, right? The nerves have been cut off at the roots of the fingers, but the brain can’t tell the signals don’t come from further out.
She didn’t know what to say to that. I’m sorry? You deserved what you got?
I’m not sure I’d say he deserved it, but he sure as hell didn’t make it so he didn’t deserve it.
If that makes any sense.
“Ask Tattletale about it?”
I think this is a normal result of amputations. I’ve heard of the same thing happening with entire limbs, like leg amputees thinking they can feel toe pains.
Of course, it’s also possible that there’s some parahuman stuff going on, but I doubt it.
“She’s gone. Has been for more than a day, now. Jaw said she’s not to be disturbed with phone calls or anything like that.”
Well, that’s gonna sound familiar to Sierra.
Skitter had been gone for roughly as long as Tattletale.
Alright, so she hasn’t been away for that long. Might even be a bit early for Charlotte to be thinking “what if she never comes back”.
According to Charlotte, Skitter had invited a bunch of local villains over and then left shortly after. They were probably the other eight territory bosses who were working to occupy the city. That had been over forty-eight hours ago.
Ah, two days. Yeah, sounds about right.
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