Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Astrid flinched backwards like shed been slapped. It was the first time Id seen her act anything other than stoic or borderline hostile. That was good. The volatile reaction cemented the plausibility that she wasnt doing this on purpose. I felt her eyes follow me to Astria as I bent down over the younger girl and checked her pulse.

Its low. Way lower than it should be. I said. It would take too long to get the actual number, but Astria looked up at me through nearly colorless eyes that I could have sworn were previously a lighter shade of blue. Like her sister, the left side of her head was shaved, save a brunette braid. The right side was full of brown curls that were cut off just below her ear. Her wrist felt frail in my hand, to the point I set it down gently instead of dropping it, for fear of hurting her.

Im telling you, she just gets like this sometimes, Astrid insisted. Some of the anger had returned to her face. That wasnt good.

Maybe. If youre wrong, she dies. You want to take that chance?

no.

My mind raced. Astria, from my brief read in the APC, was completely dependent on Astrid. Which meant Astrid, by necessity, was probably dogmatically self-sufficient, not unlike me. Shed shut me down in a second if I let her get her balance back.

I need your Title and your background.

Why

Keep wasting the little time we have, and youll find out. I realized, when the stony expression came back to her face, that Id pushed too hard.

Thankfully, Astria answered instead, her voice strained. Bad foster home. Been train-hopping for the last few years. Got stuck in the city when the dome came down.

Tria! Astrid admonished.

I grimaced. Based on their ages, it was a safe bet they were long-term runaways turned transients. There were few people more insular and slow to trust.

Title and description?

Caster. Astria said.

I blinked. What, thats it? Compared to the other titles Id come into contact with, it was oddly generic. Suspiciously so. And yours? I asked Astrid.

The same, Astrid seemed to relent, and made the telltale swiping gesture that indicated she was navigating her menu. A rare title gifted to a chosen few of the Gemini Cluster. The Users will find higher level magic more potent and easier to master at the cost of slower regeneration. The pool of power is greater, but does not come freely. Why is the title so important?

Classes are relatively generic. Theres probably at least a few other people in the city that share your class. As far as I know, titles are unique to the individual. And most of them are double-edged, My mind raced as I reviewed the information shed given me. There was nothing that specifically supported my theory, but a few aspects stood out. The reference to the pool of power coming freely, the fact that they both shared the same title despite it being unique to the individual.

Double-edged? Astrid asked. Fear was creeping back in her voice again.

I chewed on the inside of my lip. If the shield went down when they were both like this, Id effectively neutralized our mages. There was only one way forward that I could see.

Help her up, I beckoned to Astrid, and she approached her sister slowly, grabbing her beneath the arm and lifting her to her feet, then retreated a few steps away, looking bewildered and hurt.

Astria wobbled on her feet.

I whispered in Astrias ear, You might think youre being noble by doing this. That shed be better off without you. But youre wrong.

Astria stiffened.

I continued. Think about every time shes stuck her neck out for you. Handled things when you couldnt. All that hard work to keep you healthy, and fed, and taken care of. And you want to repay that debt by abandoning her?

The girls eyes hardened, her mouth forming a silent no.

I took a step back before Astrid could draw close enough to hear, speaking at a normal volume now. In a matter of seconds. That shield will come down. Astrid wont renew it, now that she knows the truth. Which means what comes next is entirely up to you.

With that, I turned and left, returning to where Bob was still waiting by the barrier. My staying wouldnt help them. As a third party, Id already overstepped considerably on what should have been a private discussion.

Welcome back to the concrete express. Bob sighed.

Appreciate you, Bob.

Girls gonna be okay?

I hope so.

Bob took a breather at the halfway point, when something high-pitched and static, distinctly magic-esque reverberated over the yard. I looked back, and saw Astria and Astrid, standing side by side within a renewed shield, hands held in solidarity. Astria launched projectile after projectile, destroying the remaining walls that covered the snipers.

A bittersweet feeling of relief came over me. I was happy for them, truly. But their closeness struck a chord, an imperfect reminder of what I had lost. I closed my eyes. Id have to deal with this, eventually. Shore up my vulnerabilities, finish rebuilding the mental walls. If I didnt, there was only a matter of time before I started making mistakes.





For now, I had a necromancer to hunt.