Okay. I have my back to you. I looked out over the grounds my first team had been decimated on, seeing each of the suits present in my mind's eye. Other than a few inevitable glances, Id been doing my best to avoid it. Now I was forced to fully take it in. To rember and relieve every mont of what had happened.
Beyond the tracks, Steinbeck had caught the movent and began to pull his earbuds out. I signaled for him to stay where he was, and he got the ssage, shrugging and replacing the bud.
Sohow, Id managed not to turn around. For all I knew, there was so monster mimicking her voice, luring into dropping my guard. It was sothing in her voice that stopped . The Sae I knew had been a proud personbordering on arrogant at tis. When shed spokenif it was herthe last two words, Dont look, had been suffused with so much sha and pathos shed sounded like soone else entirely. Id been so convinced she was dead, just seeing her would have made all the difference when it ca to silencing doubt. It felt like so Ancient Greek or Biblical parable, where the simple act of looking would cost everything.
Still. Dont look. Why wouldnt she want to look?
If it were , and Id been trapped in a dank, fetid dungeon for over a day, very little would stop from racing out the mont the door opened. Gray-hair said he had no idea what happened to a User if they stayed in the area during a trial collapse. Only that he wasnt sure whether they could survive.
Joshua Denborough ca to again, his flayed arm reaching up from the floor of flesh.
There were a million different possibilities between alive and dead. Each uglier than the last.
To add to the complexity, this sort of situation was not my strength. Interrogation, intimidation, manipulation, and shock tactics ca easily. Gently coaxing a scared and possibly injured person into doing sothing I wanted, with no leverage to speak of, was entirely uncomfortable. While I understood the basics, it would be too easy to slip back into old habits.
Should I use Cruel Lens?
Sothing floated to the surface of my mind. An image of walking through middle-school corridors looking for my sister, eventually finding her stowed away in her locker, unwilling to co out. It would have been easier to force her. But I didnt. Id been uncharacteristically patient, enunciating carefully in front of the vent, so she could see and hear . Eventually, Id said the right thing, and shed co out on her own. An aspect that hadnt seed important to at the ti, but Iris had taken aside to thank for later.
This was different. Sae was an adult and my sister was a child. But Cruel Lens was a bludgeon. Maybe a more subtle version of that passive approach Id taken with Iris was the better course.
Is Jinny really dead? Sae asked. I cracked the door to look out, once. Her body was gone.
Yes. I did everything I could, but shes gone. Got her User core and hid it, just in case theres a chance we can bring her back.
Do you think thats really possible? Sae asked.
I hesitated, then answered. Probably not.
She was the best of us, I think Sae replied. She sounded more distant than before, as if she was drifting away.
What do we do now? I asked, mindful to keep my voice low and gentle.
There was a long, painful silence before Sae spoke. You showed up, like you said you would. Promise fulfilled. Now leave.
I ignored the knee-jerk dismissal. If shed really wanted to leave, all she had to do was stay silent in the first place. Are you hurt?
No.
We didnt bring much in. How are you doing on food?
Im fine, Matt theres plenty to eat. There was a hint of revulsion in her voice. I ignored it, and all the horrible implications carried with it.
Thats not what I was asking. Anyway, so businesses are opening up again, courtesy of selve circulation hitting the public. I reached in my inventory and pulled out a bag marked with golden arches. Had to drive all the way to Northside, but I got you sothing. I held the bag out to the side and wiggled it.
My favorite. Sae said dryly. How do I get the feeling you already knew that?
I shrugged, opting for honesty. Observation is my strong suit. People watchings part of that. Im not so freak, I dont usually notice diet, but you stuck out a bit. Every few weeks, youd ditch the perfectly composed salad and whip out a quarter pounder in the cafeteria while your friends acted like you were killing the cow in front of them.
God. What a stalker. The accusation was a weak jab by her standards.
Is it really stalking if I do it to everyone?
Who knows. Sae said.
Want it or not? I asked, realizing I sounded like a grumpier version of Steinbeck.
I could eat, She confird, a bit too quickly.
I considered the current situation. My wheelchair was blocking the door open, and I was holding the bag in one hand. Sae, hand to god Im not fucking with you here, but I dont know how to get this to you. That black waters still on the ground and will bleed through the bag and ruin the food if I just put it down behind . Id check to see if theres anywhere to place it, but I cant turn around.
Just hold it there.
Simultaneously, I sent a ssage to Steinbeck.
Had to hand it to his professionalism. Steinbeck didnt blink or ask questions. I watched as he read the ssage, then imdiately dropped into a crouch behind a cent pylon. A small hand mirror appeared to the side of the pylon, pointed towards the doorway.
I held the bag out further from my side. Suddenly, there was a presence behind , unlike anything Id ever felt. A quick blur of motion flashed by the fringes of my extended periphery, and the bag was gone.
Sothing about the exchange shook . Id never heard her footsteps in the water. She was there, for one mont, then gone. Across the tracks, the mirror was still hovering on the sa place. Only now, it was vibrating sowhat, as if the hand holding it was shaking.
There was a rustling noise from further back in the hallway, followed by a gagging sound. Ugh. Pickles.
Guess Im a bad stalker.
Sorry. Its good, Matt. Really really good. There was a muted noise that could have been a stifled sob.
The exchange hadnt been quite as simple as it seed. Id positioned myself outside the doorway, intentionally holding the bag a few inches from the entrance. Sae had simply taken it instead of asking to move the bag inside the doorway. I had no way of knowing if there was so psychological restriction or system fuckery binding her to the trial, but I now had confirmation that there was no physical barrier keeping her from leaving.
Still, we were at an impasse. Sae was completely withdrawn into herself, either unable or unwilling to volunteer more information.
Ill leave you alone, if thats what you really want. But I have to ask. Why wont you just co back with ? The suits are gone. Its safe now.
Nothing is safe anymore. And even if it was, theres nowhere for to go, helpline, Sae whispered. My mom and dadthey barely tolerated before. If I went back to them like this, theyd never forgive .
Nicks place was unoccupied since the kidnapping, but seeing as how it was likely still on the suits' radar, that was probably a bad idea. My lip curled in irritation at the idea of Saes parents turning her away in a mont of need.
Fuck em. I have a whole goddamn region of people who owe . The least they can do is help find a place for you.
I dont want anyone to see like this.
We can
No. We cant. You dont understand. She raised her voice, until it was a strangled cry. You cant possibly get what its like.
Then tell . I want to understand.
She struggled through it, voice breaking. I waited my entire life. To not look at myself in the mirror and hate what I saw. For my reflection to match the person I am inside. Slowly suffocating over a lifeti of living in soone elses skin. And finallyfinally, I got the chance to be who I wanted to be. I could breathe.
Several things clicked into place. Least of which, the reason Sae felt so uncomfortable with the idea of going ho.
I knew from the mont I saw my title that the system was cruel. And I was right. Its all gone. Everything I fought so hard for. And now Im suffocating again.
It took everything I had to temper the rage growing within . Just like with Astrid and Astria, the system seed to enjoy doing this. Taking people's worst fears and throwing them in their faces.
Youre right. I cant begin to imagine what its like. I tapped my fingers on the armrest. But Ill tell you this, Sae. Im living evidence that the system can be beaten. I managed to stop an event that should have been inevitable. Its neither perfect, nor infallible. We just have to find the loophole.
You really believe that, helpline?
I nodded. Im not promising a fix. Or that whatevers happened can be reversed. Theres no way to know for sure. But theres a chance. And if theres a way, well find it.
I want them to hurt. Her voice was raw. The people who killed Jinny and kidnapped Nick. I want them to feel what we felt.
Now that? I smiled coldly. That I can guarantee. The wheels are already in motion. Theyll pay for what they did. One way or another. But for the best chance of that happening, I need you in my corner.
Im not an idiot. I know youre manipulating .
Guilty as charged. That doesnt make it any less true.
Jinny wont be the last person we lose, Sae said. Her voice trembled. And from what little youve said, it sounds like you just went through hell. People stumbling over each other, squabbling over pieces of this shit-city. What are you even fighting for?
I considered that. In reality, there were more than a few tis I nearly gave up. What kept going was the sa line of thought that struck in the beginning. When was the last ti you watched the news or pulled it up on your phone before the do ca down?
I dont rember.
neither, I admitted. And I think its because we all learned to stop caring. Apathy as a defense chanism. The people in charge never gave a fuck about us. Things rarely changed, and when they did, it was either too slow or directly to our detrint. But now, everything is changing. And theres not a room packed with out-of-touch fossils driving that transformation. Its us. Yes, theres opposition, both human and otherwise, and an agenda beyond our capacity to understand. Yet, for the first ti, we have the power to affect that change.
My thoughts went to the Allfather, and the unique role Id been entrusted with.
I dont know how itll shake out. Realistically, whatever we end up with could be far worse than what we had in the first place. But even if it drags us into the dark, I think we have to do everything we can to guide that change.
You might be delusional, Sae groused.
Entirely possible. Havent taken my ds for like three days, I half-joked. Born Nihilist did an excellent job warding off my more harrowing symptoms, but I had no idea if it worked as a long-term replacent. When she didnt laugh, I lowered my voice and prompted her. Co back with , Sae?
Okay. Her voice was closer. She was standing right behind .
Slowly, I turned around, affirming over and over again how necessary it was to not visibly react, no matter how bad it was.
My mind didnt process the image correctly, at first. It almost looked like she was wearing a black diving suit, complented by strange, stalagmite-ish shaped spikes of dark face-paint around her chin and jaw. Her face and hair were largely the sa, but the entire surface of her eyes was dark red, with an almost octagonal pattern. Two appendages extended from the sides of her mouth, similar to mandibles.
It was only then, when I realized they were mandibles, that I realized the black bodysuit wasnt armor. It was carapace, or chitin. Shed been changed in accordance with the the of the trial. I looked down, and found that along with an extra joint her legs were unnaturally thin, and seed to naturally bend backwards now.
How bad is it? Sae asked. Despite her fierce exterior, she looked uncharacteristically fragile, like the wrong word could easily blow her away. I couldnt see everything, in the water. Just bits and pieces. Jesus Christ, helpline, your face is frozen like its stuck that way. Fuck. Just say it Im hideous right?
I wanted to tell her she was beautiful, but when she finally got a good look at herself, shed probably assu Id lied. She wasnt monstrous, as Id feared. Just foreign, and different, and difficult to describe. But were always our own worst critics, and what she saw in the mirror would be vastly different from my impression.
Not at all. Youre still you. Still the friend who kicked this trials ass with . I pushed myself out of the chair, grunting from the pain and exertion. Then, I reached out a hand. When she took it, I pulled her out of the trial hall into , and hugged her gently. She clung tightly back, sobbing a handful of tis before she fell silent.
Welco back.
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