[ Big Boy knows what it is to go away. To be separate, fractured, less. There is no judgment, only the steadiness of someone with a job to do.
Her calm is disturbed by the other Omen's question. There is a shock of fear, too quick for Big Boy to hide. Sophia's question does not have an answer in words, because there are no words to describe what happened to her Sleeper's soul. What happened was an atrocity. The best Big Boy can do is an amalgam of gone-drowned-eaten-lost, and even that is not enough.
(There are parts of Big Boy that are missing, even now. Bald patches in her coat, places where the smoke does not fully coalesce, no matter how hard she tries.) ]
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Her calm is disturbed by the other Omen's question. There is a shock of fear, too quick for Big Boy to hide. Sophia's question does not have an answer in words, because there are no words to describe what happened to her Sleeper's soul. What happened was an atrocity. The best Big Boy can do is an amalgam of gone-drowned-eaten-lost, and even that is not enough.
(There are parts of Big Boy that are missing, even now. Bald patches in her coat, places where the smoke does not fully coalesce, no matter how hard she tries.) ]