"No, he can't," Saturday agrees. "And if he was here, I would kick his fucking ass. Guaranteed."
She slings Cammie's arms around her shoulder, hauling her to her feet. "Left foot first, then right, keep repeating. We'll get outta this. It's just some kind of fucking - despair aura. Hurts like a bitch but if we just clear the radius, we'll be fine."
She hopes they'll be fine. But her own memories are starting to hammer with her pulse at the cracks in her self-control. Maybe Cammie can sense them: insect wings and screaming and viscera on the floor; a body, dead but still breathing, staring blankly as an ovipositor slides lovingly into its slack mouth -
Saturday shakes her head, hard.
"Don't let it distract you." Don't let it distract me.
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She slings Cammie's arms around her shoulder, hauling her to her feet. "Left foot first, then right, keep repeating. We'll get outta this. It's just some kind of fucking - despair aura. Hurts like a bitch but if we just clear the radius, we'll be fine."
She hopes they'll be fine. But her own memories are starting to hammer with her pulse at the cracks in her self-control. Maybe Cammie can sense them: insect wings and screaming and viscera on the floor; a body, dead but still breathing, staring blankly as an ovipositor slides lovingly into its slack mouth -
Saturday shakes her head, hard.
"Don't let it distract you." Don't let it distract me.