[ His first reaction is to stop and hold perfectly still, as if unwilling to disturb what it is he's just found (and what he's just found is, without a doubt, Saya's secret). A thought occurs to him, sluggish and deeply buried in the thick mud that is his slowly-returning memories of this place: a scar that runs down the length of a woman's spine, a brown recluse. The violin spider. ] Oh Saya, [ he says, his voice a hushed whisper. ] What an utter monster you are.
[ (Nigel's second reaction is to smile.)
He makes it a point not to touch anything at first, looking first for signs of human artifact. Furniture, clothing, personal items -- nevermind the shadows of men strung up in the rafters. ]
➝ strange new creatures to scavenge your pores
[ (Nigel's second reaction is to smile.)
He makes it a point not to touch anything at first, looking first for signs of human artifact. Furniture, clothing, personal items -- nevermind the shadows of men strung up in the rafters. ]