[If this were any other situation, the Big Sister might begin to advance on the woman, try and get her to either add action to her words or scurry away. But something stops her before she can even take a step towards her.
It’s a thought. But not her thought.
She freezes, face-plate fixed on the woman in bewilderment. Had the Big Sister only imagined it? The woman clearly isn’t a sister and yet… she had heard her, in the same way she might pick up on memories and impressions of her fellow gatherers or their victims. Only what she had heard this time had been clearer. Stronger.
Her gaze stays on the woman and she focuses her thoughts again, this time on a single question:
no subject
It’s a thought. But not her thought.
She freezes, face-plate fixed on the woman in bewilderment. Had the Big Sister only imagined it? The woman clearly isn’t a sister and yet… she had heard her, in the same way she might pick up on memories and impressions of her fellow gatherers or their victims. Only what she had heard this time had been clearer. Stronger.
Her gaze stays on the woman and she focuses her thoughts again, this time on a single question:
Can the woman hear this, too?]