The wind outside whips past the building exterior, gliding over the contours of the paneled wood and stone, dislodging the shattered fragments of glass still clustered along windowsills.
Rush watches a child, aged roughly somewhere between eight and ten, an unprecedented biological event, anomalous in every sense of the word, clearly capable of incredible amounts of self-discipline in extremis, climb a flight of stairs.
He follows her.
It is not often that he does not know what to say.
What does one say to a child who presumes herself a danger to those around her, save for the mindless masses that seek to exterminate and devour the mindful?
"You are very young," Rush remarks, inanely, like a man who does not know how to hold a conversation with eight-to-ten-year-old possibly-cannibalistic hybrid children.
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Rush watches a child, aged roughly somewhere between eight and ten, an unprecedented biological event, anomalous in every sense of the word, clearly capable of incredible amounts of self-discipline in extremis, climb a flight of stairs.
He follows her.
It is not often that he does not know what to say.
What does one say to a child who presumes herself a danger to those around her, save for the mindless masses that seek to exterminate and devour the mindful?
"You are very young," Rush remarks, inanely, like a man who does not know how to hold a conversation with eight-to-ten-year-old possibly-cannibalistic hybrid children.