"What's wrong with her?" Brubaker was standing next to Trezlan Lorentino. Trezlan had Therod strapped into a chair, her broken arm already in a medical contraption to immobilize and heal it. He was laying out a bunch of runes and other magical symbols that Brubaker didn't understand, though he was barely aware of what had happened. Trezlan had saved both him and Theord and got them off planet and now they were in some kind of holding warehouse. Brubaker saw all kind of weaponry lying around which fit the motif that Lorentino was an arms dealer, but he was still mystified how any of this happened. It didn't help that the sight didn't really see the past, and he was worried about the corruption so he wasn't seeing the future either. He was in the hands of a dangerous possibly immortal killer who was working out a ritual he couldn't understand, Brubaker almost wondered if it was better to be with Keith.
"Mind got all screwed with, have to unscrew that or she'll just turn on us when she comes to."
"So you've done this before?" Trezlan sucked in wind a little bit.
"Had it done to me, but you know the theory is similar mostly."
"Mostly? THEORY?! You're not really making me feel better about letting you do this to my person."
"Oh I'm not doing it, you are." And then Brubaker heard a phrase and he was all of a sudden in a dark place. He could only blame himself he knew Lorentino was an asshole and this just confirmed it, but still he didn't expect the betrayal so fast.
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