[ There a burst of feeling (embarrassment that she knows, bashfulness over not having been the one to tell her, worry that she'll think less of him) the Quentin swallows hard. That's not the point. The point it: ]
I think you're better at running than you would be at fighting him Who's out there that you trust who are you with?
[ She is irrationally affronted by that admission; wants to dig heels in against Quentin's observation, honest as it might be.
Takes a minute to try and look around her, draw her focus back to the screaming loop of strangers she's found herself among. ]
Billy and Eddie.
[ A little wry. Billy, who she nearly killed once. Eddie, who Quentin warned her about. ]
People I don't know. Iggy, Kovacs. Gilia and Sweeney. Grady. Kirigan.
[ A trailing, unsteady list. Saying their names sharpens the looping pulse of emotion, the links delivering sensations and memory to her in an overwhelming deluge. ]
[ Comes with a tunneling, uncomfortable sort of focus.
Which part of what she feels now is Kirigan? Something in the swirl of feeling belongs to him, it must, but she lacks the familiarity to pick him from the muddled churning loop. ]
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[ a burst of anger behind this admission, spurred higher by the looping, endless feedback of emotions bearing down on her.
Blood and panic and hunger and in the background:
Danny. Nancy doesn't know everyone exactly, but she knows him. ]
Do you think he wouldn't chase me if I run away? Even if I could find my way out?
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I think you're better at running than you would be at fighting him
Who's out there that you trust
who are you with?
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Takes a minute to try and look around her, draw her focus back to the screaming loop of strangers she's found herself among. ]
Billy and Eddie.
[ A little wry. Billy, who she nearly killed once. Eddie, who Quentin warned her about. ]
People I don't know. Iggy, Kovacs. Gilia and Sweeney. Grady. Kirigan.
[ A trailing, unsteady list. Saying their names sharpens the looping pulse of emotion, the links delivering sensations and memory to her in an overwhelming deluge. ]
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you can trust Kovacs, Gilia, and Sweeney
Iggy is sweet, but be careful
idk about grady
stay the hell away from kirigan
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[ Comes with a tunneling, uncomfortable sort of focus.
Which part of what she feels now is Kirigan? Something in the swirl of feeling belongs to him, it must, but she lacks the familiarity to pick him from the muddled churning loop. ]
What did he do?
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he's a monster
do you have any leads on the heart
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We're following Gilia and Sweeney. But I don't know if they know. If they can feel what they need to feel anymore.
I think we need to get clear of these caves.
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you can take the lead, people will listen to you
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The connection drops.
And, some hours later: ]
Who is John?
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he's a necromantic god
are you hearing from him?
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What's happening where you are?
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he's important to Danny
here it's weird, something is blocking the sun
void wells are popping up all over the place, people are getting tetchy
the sooner you guys find that thing, the better