It's almost like a faulty wire, she thinks. Like the cord in dad's workshop that she nearly pounced on once with all its pretty distractions before he shut the power off and yanked it out from the wall. The moment she thinks she's pushed the tide down enough, keep the balance in check, her glamour flares out across the clearing.
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It's almost like a faulty wire, she thinks. Like the cord in dad's workshop that she nearly pounced on once with all its pretty distractions before he shut the power off and yanked it out from the wall. The moment she thinks she's pushed the tide down enough, keep the balance in check, her glamour flares out across the clearing.
Katie goes stock still.
And Vash can hear a song.]