Fog managed to get enough of himself through the glass that he had leverage enough to break it.
“This power is so hard to use,” Regent complained. “So much to focus on.”
Do you, through Shatterbird, sense each of the glass shards like Taylor does the bugs, but not get the help of her power to handle all that input?
“You’re doing fine.”
“I’m doing fine because she’s helping. I think.”
I suppose she doesn’t want to get killed by Night either, even as much as she hates being stuck in there. Whether it’s consciously or instinctively.
“Be careful then,” Tattletale said. “Don’t rely on her power.”
“Kind of hard not to, unless you want to let him approach?”
Would Shatterbird cease assisting at the most critical juncture, getting us all killed? It would fit. Unless she was helping only because she didn’t want to die.
Hm, I suppose that kind of suicidal tactic is also possible.
“I’m going,” I told them. “Hold down the fort, run if you have to. We’ve basically scored a victory here, it’s just a question of driving it home.”
I climbed on top of Atlas and flew away from my companions. If my plan failed, I could fly, but Tattletale and Regent couldn’t.
Regent kinda can, but it’s a bit… dangly.
Better that she chase me with the others having a chance to escape than a scenario where I led her straight to them.