The surface of the water was calm and smooth like a pane of glass. But beneath, the current ripped and rolled threatening to pull her under. So much had happened in such a short time. Rangers, and not just any but rather ones she knew well, were in Trinsic. If that wasn't enough, Mylar was on the other side of the argument.
She'd given up the notion awhile ago that anything other than coincidence had any effect on events. Fate was no longer something she believed in. So therefore Fate had nothing to do with Tobias. Nothing to do with Piper. Nothing to do with Tserim. Nothing to do with Skylar. And nothing to do with Thom. That right there was the problem. Coincidence meant she would never get a good grip on handling everything that was coming. There would be no control.
“Screw it,” she muttered, trouncing to the infirmary. Here was something she could control. Promptly she buried herself in patient files.
She'd given up the notion awhile ago that anything other than coincidence had any effect on events. Fate was no longer something she believed in. So therefore Fate had nothing to do with Tobias. Nothing to do with Piper. Nothing to do with Tserim. Nothing to do with Skylar. And nothing to do with Thom. That right there was the problem. Coincidence meant she would never get a good grip on handling everything that was coming. There would be no control.
“Screw it,” she muttered, trouncing to the infirmary. Here was something she could control. Promptly she buried herself in patient files.