In that moment, all the pieces come together. The Rash isn't quite like a zombie virus - Onni told her that, when they first met. It's more like the G-virus, mutating people into horrible nightmare monsters and trapping their souls so that all they can do is scream forever...
And the end result is a troll. Like that one.
Ami covers her mouth with both hands, horrified. No wonder Reynir was scared of her. No wonder Lalli got mad when she joked about them. Her situation's not the same, but when she casually says "troll" in conversation, this is what they see.
"Oh, God," she whispers. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know..."
She finally manages to tear her eyes away, and looks up to the spot Tuuri occupied a moment ago.
"Was..."
No, no no no. It's a stupid question, she knows it is. It's not going to lead anywhere good. But she has to ask. She doesn't want to believe the alternative. There has to be some hope...
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In that moment, all the pieces come together. The Rash isn't quite like a zombie virus - Onni told her that, when they first met. It's more like the G-virus, mutating people into horrible nightmare monsters and trapping their souls so that all they can do is scream forever...
And the end result is a troll. Like that one.
Ami covers her mouth with both hands, horrified. No wonder Reynir was scared of her. No wonder Lalli got mad when she joked about them. Her situation's not the same, but when she casually says "troll" in conversation, this is what they see.
"Oh, God," she whispers. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know..."
She finally manages to tear her eyes away, and looks up to the spot Tuuri occupied a moment ago.
"Was..."
No, no no no. It's a stupid question, she knows it is. It's not going to lead anywhere good. But she has to ask. She doesn't want to believe the alternative. There has to be some hope...
"... Was Tuuri okay?"