“You’ll be all right, kid,” Jena said. “Trust me.”
Rajel wandered the Scrappy’s corridors with no particular direction in mind. Jena had tried to prod him about the turmoil she sensed in his heart, but he was in no mood to discuss it. Especially not with a woman he had known for all of five seconds. He had been all but useless in that last battle.
It galled him.
The drones were always up there, on the edge of his spatial awareness, never quite coming close enough for him to get a sense of their shape. He had a vague idea of their position, but spatial awareness was tricky. It didn’t just stop at a hard line, beyond which he could feel nothing. Rather, objects became less distinct the further away they were.
stopDrones on the edge of his perception sometimes felt like an undefined lump.
