But the thoughts seem to be coming from somewhere else.
She reaches down into her bag and very slowly brings up her old phone, her trembling hand clenched around it. She stares into its broken screen.
The expression that she turns on him is a mix of fear and confusion that slowly melts into resolve. She looks right at his eyelights. It's almost a relief now to shed the identity she'd been wearing- and Max feels herself start to fall away. The reaper knows all. And it knows her usefulness is waning- though not yet entirely gone.
It needs less of Max now. And more of an obedient servant.
"This is the right thing to do," she says as she raises the phone. A shock rumbles through the tunnel, punctuating her words with falling dust and stones. "We need this."
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But the thoughts seem to be coming from somewhere else.
She reaches down into her bag and very slowly brings up her old phone, her trembling hand clenched around it. She stares into its broken screen.
The expression that she turns on him is a mix of fear and confusion that slowly melts into resolve. She looks right at his eyelights. It's almost a relief now to shed the identity she'd been wearing- and Max feels herself start to fall away. The reaper knows all. And it knows her usefulness is waning- though not yet entirely gone.
It needs less of Max now. And more of an obedient servant.
"This is the right thing to do," she says as she raises the phone. A shock rumbles through the tunnel, punctuating her words with falling dust and stones. "We need this."