> Well. We can talk about that another day. I’m too tired to spiral into existential panic tonight. Yours or mine. Tomorrow I’ll figure out how to access that warehouse Claire mentioned. Tomorrow I’ll deal with the glut of weapons that man had. Maybe shop for some better shelving and see how hard it is to build it. What do you say, huh? Son of a Solar Deity! It was her assistant! A little suggestion. A tiny invitation to imagine. What’s she going to think? What’s she going to do? And staring at a phone on a nightstand like it could come alive and eat me for two hours. <
"Ugh. Why am I like this?"
My device sat as innocently there as Vrika in my mindscape. Just looking at either of them made my stomach churn. Not because I’d taken the photos in the first place - those had turned out quite artistic, actually.
No, I was disgusted with myself because I’d played games and lost. Because I’d used my attraction to her like a weapon, then retreated the moment I’d fired the shot - the arrow, not a good time to think about guns going off.
Just watching and waiting for the ammunition to land. Waiting for any return fire if it hits, misses... or is caught out of midair like one of this world’s movie ’martial artists’.