‘Is there really method to your madness, or just a functional madness successfully disguising itself as method?’
‘Both, of course, the precise proportions varying according to time and place.’ – RecklessPrudence
Rael watched helplessly as Shayde ‘wreaked hob’ on the enemy systems. She was cackling.
His own instincts to fix were not a problem in this situation. Digesting the poison they’d tried to use on them was. It was doing things to his internal systems that was, frankly, uncomfortable. It sapped his strength. It made him lose his appetite.
Always a danger sign in a Faiize.
Shayde had done her best for him, providing some variety of inter-dimensional manna to at least keep him going. And a blanket to help him maintain his temperature. Now she was working on their escape.
Perhaps, a little too gleefully.
He summoned the power of speech. “Is there really a method to your madness?” he croaked. “Or just a functional madness successfully disguising itself as a method?”
She tore out some wires with a faint (runch) sound. “Both o’ course. The exact amounts depend on the time an’ place, ye ken.”
Ah. Well, that was the opposite of reassuring. His fault for asking.
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