[Robin tries so very hard to process that. Of course, that was the plan. Copy it and then give it back. But she'd very much wanted to drop it into the ocean. Or maybe give it to Keimi so she could be assured it rested buried under the deepest trench at the bottom of the sea.
But now it was in Cat's hands. Again.
Fear and revulsion well up in Robin's stomach, a quiet physical reaction to something she doesn't entirely understand. She has to focus on breathing. Keep her focus on a nearby scorpion shaking itself off after a swim in the lake, because when she doesn't she suddenly sees his face grinning down at her, hatred and death glowing like embers in negative from his eyes. It was, in some ways, more terrifying than facing Jones himself. A promise of things to come if she wasn't careful.]
She'll lose it. Fall in the blood. Lose everything. I can't swim in blood either, probably. Devil's Daughter. Demon blood. Is it true, I wonder? Can't think. Too many colors. Crawling on the ship.
[Robin rests her head on the journal, trying to steady herself.]
Coma book under sleep. No words just dead skin. Twitchy map. It's okay if you look.
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[Robin tries so very hard to process that. Of course, that was the plan. Copy it and then give it back. But she'd very much wanted to drop it into the ocean. Or maybe give it to Keimi so she could be assured it rested buried under the deepest trench at the bottom of the sea.
But now it was in Cat's hands. Again.
Fear and revulsion well up in Robin's stomach, a quiet physical reaction to something she doesn't entirely understand. She has to focus on breathing. Keep her focus on a nearby scorpion shaking itself off after a swim in the lake, because when she doesn't she suddenly sees his face grinning down at her, hatred and death glowing like embers in negative from his eyes. It was, in some ways, more terrifying than facing Jones himself. A promise of things to come if she wasn't careful.]
She'll lose it. Fall in the blood. Lose everything. I can't swim in blood either, probably. Devil's Daughter. Demon blood. Is it true, I wonder? Can't think. Too many colors. Crawling on the ship.
[Robin rests her head on the journal, trying to steady herself.]
Coma book under sleep. No words just dead skin. Twitchy map. It's okay if you look.