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“Tattletale?”  Revel asked.  “Damn all of you.  It doesn’t matter.  Listen, Taylor, Master and Stranger protocols are in effect.  Your perceptions are altered, understand?”

I felt my heart quicken a little at that.  “I understand.”

“There is a person to your right.  Not a teammate, former or current.  I need you to kill that person, don’t ask why, don’t think too much about it.  Draw your knife.”

I drew my knife.

“Look.  I’ll tell you who to attack.”

I glanced to my right, my eyes falling on Rachel.  It was a bit presumptuous to say she wasn’t a teammate.  Not a team player, but she’d done her share.

“No, to her right.”

I looked past the man and set my eyes on Golem.

> > [...]

> > I could mark the moment he died, because the blanks in my perception began to fill in.

> > Nice Guy, I thought.  I’d badly underestimated the severity of his power.  I’d known he would be in their roster, had kept it in mind throughout, even told myself to be ready for him, and then the moment we ran into him, well, he was another face in the crowd.  The connection wasn’t possible.

> Sting, 26.1