“That’s your idea? I don’t stick around in that glass shard for very long. Then, I’m stuck in your head. And allow me to tell you, it is three times more noisy in there than I am out here.” Syn retorts.
" Obviously, even though angelic eyeballs over there just can’t help himself, I am still obliged, but if you get sudden headaches, don’t blame it on me. Either it’s the medication you keep taking, or Ms. Matchstick fried my programming with her little magic trick."
Syn stepped towards Henderson, his body dissolving into mist, filling the glass. Syn then reappeared in Henderson’s vision, leaning by a tree.
“God, it is incredibly noisy in here. If you ever let me, I am going to personally silence those voices myself.”
He said, while staring at Pernille with a look of pure, unadulterated anger. “Ooh, miss righteous over here, thinks she’ll be saved by her god? Not even death will have her, even now he has forsaken her.
Bound her into slavery. How tragic. How ironic. But don’t worry girlie.
The skinsuits will take care of you. At least, that’s what you’ll believe.
But belief is a fickle thing, and we’ll see how long that ego of yours lasts.” He muttered in a rage.
Dan carefully moved towards the door, his eyes darting for anything that might trip him.
He nearly got to the door, before remembering the note. The forest… OH THE FOREST FROM LAST NIGHT! Dan started moving again, but with a tad bit of urgency this time. He crept down the stairs, while talking to Emm.
“So were you the weird thing that came out of nowhere last night? It’s a bit fuzzy…but I remember the sound of a bug…”
He whispered to her as he got downstairs.