"Yeah, I do," Tim replied as he picked his way along. He's keeping just a half step behind her now, hoping that she won't walk into anything. "When it started, it was targeting tributes directly. We'd have been fried by now if it was still going on."
Holy hippies, Batman. Tim stops dead in his tracks and stops walking after a few yards. He tries to follow the hair to see how long it is, and there's still a pile of it waiting to be drug out. This is a liability in the extreme. How has no one grabbed the end of it and reeled her in like a fish on the line?
Without asking permission, Tim grabs her hair and starts rolling it up. He's not sure what there is to do with it, besides chop it off with his knife, but girls are so touchy about things like that. They can't go around in the dark followed by miles of shiny gold hair. Why not just hand the Minotaur the end of the string and lead him out of the labyrinth already? "How much of this is there??"
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Holy hippies, Batman. Tim stops dead in his tracks and stops walking after a few yards. He tries to follow the hair to see how long it is, and there's still a pile of it waiting to be drug out. This is a liability in the extreme. How has no one grabbed the end of it and reeled her in like a fish on the line?
Without asking permission, Tim grabs her hair and starts rolling it up. He's not sure what there is to do with it, besides chop it off with his knife, but girls are so touchy about things like that. They can't go around in the dark followed by miles of shiny gold hair. Why not just hand the Minotaur the end of the string and lead him out of the labyrinth already? "How much of this is there??"