[ At the sight of this unremarkable human, John takes her hand. Alecto is not sure why. All she knows is that the human makes John angry, and that is enough to set Alecto on edge, her body set nothing like a human and everything like an animal with its haunches raised. Her eyes are almost feline, like this, and when she licks the last shards of metal from her lips, it leaves streaks of blood. ]
No one who is afraid chooses anything.
[ So this is meeting. There is a human ritual to it, Alecto knows. One that John has taught her many times. But it's so hard to remember it. ]
I do not know you. Explain yourself.
[ A command, with the force of a billion dead behind it. ]
no subject
No one who is afraid chooses anything.
[ So this is meeting. There is a human ritual to it, Alecto knows. One that John has taught her many times. But it's so hard to remember it. ]
I do not know you. Explain yourself.
[ A command, with the force of a billion dead behind it. ]