@blvebee
SEE YOU IN THE COUNTRY -- The words echo, but the city restructures itself all around Red. Something new. Something different. She doesn’t see the brush-marks of Royce’s penmanship bleeding into the architecture here. No, no ... this is different. Assymmetry. But the growth of black filth creeping along the city walls reminds her of the Process inverted. Her steps echo in the plaza as she drags the Transistor, aims it forward. Echoes of her voice, and the sword hums to life; his voice a warm welcome. The Transistor still works here, but any relief she feels is frozen when she turns to see another staring at her. The silence stretches. Heartbeats, one, two, three -- and then her hand lifts, in a sheepish wave, as if to say, ‘do you see me too? are you friendly?’
