The shadow. The shadow in the grass. He found it and hefted up the pick axe, the shape that he'd been looking for.
He barely had control but one track of consciousness provided the fleeting thought of how he could use that.
"Primitive society, fearful attitudes towards the mentally ill," he muttered. "Exploitable."
He loomed out of the fog behind Cos, in Nasir's line of sight but with his team-mate between them and started at him with his uncannily bright green eyes.
"The gods hate you," he said in a voice that was distinctly...off. "149.59787 million kilometers away, the Earth circles the sun at an orbital speed of 108,000 kilometers per hour and the gods put you on it to spin as you suffer."
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He barely had control but one track of consciousness provided the fleeting thought of how he could use that.
"Primitive society, fearful attitudes towards the mentally ill," he muttered. "Exploitable."
He loomed out of the fog behind Cos, in Nasir's line of sight but with his team-mate between them and started at him with his uncannily bright green eyes.
"The gods hate you," he said in a voice that was distinctly...off. "149.59787 million kilometers away, the Earth circles the sun at an orbital speed of 108,000 kilometers per hour and the gods put you on it to spin as you suffer."
He was still moving towards Cos as he spoke.