He needed a break from observing and trying to decipher the behavior of his three charming subjects.
A scrawny, almost emaciated, middle-aged man sitting at a table by himself.
On her face was a look of repugnance.
To project psychic energy so far takes an astronomical amount of energy.
We will surround it and sequester it.
Even destroying the body will be reprehensible to us.
Simon quaffed the rest of his coffee and got up.
“Jets Vanquish Rams” was the headline.
What a repulsive-looking guy, Simon thought.
Simon’s got the quarry in his sights.
He was crying, stumbling in a stupor.
Paroxysms of anguish shook his body.
And he had done it, though it had wrenched his soul to do it.
“You have a right to be distraught after what you’ve just been through.”
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Simon has destroyed the body It was using. Lexa has now quarantined It.
We have pursued it for eons through thousands of planes of existence. It has eluded us.
Now it will forever be innocuous.
“Slowly,” Xela said, “we will rehabilitate it. Nothing is evil. It is only confused. It needs to be cared for.”
“Jaz, you’re insatiable. You and your boyfriend have just saved the world, freed it from some really nasty aliens controlling it—some seriously not nice customers—and you’re already worried about helping that thing?”