"You know, you're awfully chatty for a hallucination," Nikita says, almost conversationally, keeping her freed wrist in its broken cuff while he works on the other.
None of it makes any sense at all. If she's in one of Amanda's ibogaine puzzle-boxes, she should recognize everyone in the dreamscape. They should all be trying to lead her toward whatever Amanda wants to know. He's helping free her, so that's one point in favor, but her thoughts are too clear.
Stop. Focus. Michael's life could depend on this. Alex, Birkhoff, Ryan, Sean, Owen... Michael. She steers her mind away from everything that might hurt them, seals it up, and watches, listens, tries to learn. Dreamscape or not, she has to get away.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chiming
no subject
Date: 2012-06-01 06:13 am (UTC)From:None of it makes any sense at all. If she's in one of Amanda's ibogaine puzzle-boxes, she should recognize everyone in the dreamscape. They should all be trying to lead her toward whatever Amanda wants to know. He's helping free her, so that's one point in favor, but her thoughts are too clear.
Stop. Focus. Michael's life could depend on this. Alex, Birkhoff, Ryan, Sean, Owen... Michael. She steers her mind away from everything that might hurt them, seals it up, and watches, listens, tries to learn. Dreamscape or not, she has to get away.
"Who do you work for?"