The convictions echo down at her, bouncing off the walls, setting off chain reactions all their own, dominoes clicking against each other along neural pathways and philosophical concepts. It's a cold, trickling poison, the kind that freezes your insides as it touches.
How often had she thought about it? Attempted to untangle the lines, cables, wires and string of her heart? Who was she, then, to pore over his shadow's network post, and wonder how much of it was him all along?
He still wasn't in range. A few more strides would do it-- running as he was, talking about...stand-ins. Was it him? Or her? Or both, a insidious finger of internal dialogue suggests, like the drag on the rim of a wet wine glass. No. Not now. Focus.
With the words still ringing in her ears, her body is moves through, into the physical mnemonics, blue foxfire whipping up, away, pulling him off the ground, holding him aloft. Damage would be negligible, but what did it matter to an unkillable enemy?
She'd have 12 seconds once it grabbed him — more than enough to be a distant memory.
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How often had she thought about it? Attempted to untangle the lines, cables, wires and string of her heart? Who was she, then, to pore over his shadow's network post, and wonder how much of it was him all along?
He still wasn't in range. A few more strides would do it-- running as he was, talking about...stand-ins. Was it him? Or her? Or both, a insidious finger of internal dialogue suggests, like the drag on the rim of a wet wine glass. No. Not now. Focus.
With the words still ringing in her ears, her body is moves through, into the physical mnemonics, blue foxfire whipping up, away, pulling him off the ground, holding him aloft. Damage would be negligible, but what did it matter to an unkillable enemy?
She'd have 12 seconds once it grabbed him — more than enough to be a distant memory.