@musearian Continued from here He nodded solemnly, still looking down. He could only guess that her eyes were open now and she was looking--not that it really mattered. She knew it was him from his voice. She needed no confirmation. “I’m here to... I...” He couldn’t manage to say it aloud. That he was going to hurt her, badly. “Well, maybe it’s just a dream. We can think of it that way.” The man produced a knife and slid a finger against its edge to test it. It could cut through a Maeka like warm butter, indeed. “I didn’t know when I met you that you knew that woman. The one with the psychic powers. If I did, I never would have... tried to befriend you, only to do this to you. I’m so sorry.”











