Guild Wars_ Edge of Destiny - J. Robert King [98]
“That’s just the thing,” Eir said. “We haven’t been talking.”
“Oh, you haven’t?” the charr roared. “News to me.” You never stop talking. All these soft races, all they do is talk talk talk—talk you to death.
“Soft races?” Logan spat. What about short races—Runtlock and the striplings?
I’m twice your height now.
Yeah, and four times my weight, Gruntlock.
Gruntlock!
“Don’t you see what’s happening here?” Eir asked.
Oh, I’m sure you’re about to tell us.
She knows everything.
Yes, quiet everyone! Let’s listen to the mighty norn.
“We’re hearing each other’s thoughts,” Eir said.
Brilliant!
Thanks for explaining the obvious.
“The things we would never say to each other are coming right out.”
“Well, maybe they should come out,” Rytlock growled. “I gave this guy a Blood Legion pendant, and he’s calling me Gruntlock.”
Logan replied, “It was a private thought. And I wouldn’t even have thought it if you hadn’t called us soft.”
“I was talking about how you people won’t shut up!” Rytlock roared.
“It’s not a matter of shutting up. You’re reading our thoughts!”
“Well, then, stop thinking!”
Easy for a charr.
“What kind of a place is this?” Caithe wondered.
It’s the kind of place we have to get through, Eir responded, which will be much easier if we all take Rytlock’s advice and stop thinking.
How do you stop thinking? wondered Snaff and Zojja simultaneously.
You haven’t heard a thought from me in a long while, Rytlock put in. Do what I do.
Grunting keeps you from thinking? Logan thought. When Rytlock turned on him, he said, “Sorry. It was there in my brain before I could stop it.”
You think of me as an animal, Rytlock raged.
Garm shot him an angry look.
“Not an animal,” Logan said. More like a monster. Rytlock’s eyes grew wide. I mean, a good one—a good monster that’ll fight on our side.
So, you think I’m a traitor to my race?
You’re fighting beside a human being. You’re supposed to be killing me—
I may change my mind.
Eir broke in, You have to shut down your thinking. Or if you can’t do that, think nice thoughts.
In other words, don’t think about Klab, Snaff told himself.
Zojja hurled her hands up. You’re obsessed with him.
He makes iceboxes!
You don’t respect anyone but yourself.
I respect you.
Yeah, right—genius in training.
Haven’t I promoted you?
No.
Well, now you’re an almost-genius.
Thanks a lot!
You just jumped a whole level!
An imaginary level! I just helped defeat three dragon champions, and everyone still sees me as nothing more than your assistant!
Is that all you can think of? What I call you? The whole while that we’re working together, you’ve been thinking you’re the real genius!
Now we both know it! And what’s all this “working together” crap? You order me around like I’m no better than Garm!
The wolf turned angry eyes toward Big Zojja.
So, I should worry about this cockpit weld, should I? Snaff wondered. Put some kill feature in it, did you? Something to get rid of the master so you can take his place?
Is that what you think? You think I would compromise a design like that? That I would try to kill you?
It’s the secret desire of every apprentice, Snaff thought, adding, but not so secret now.
Eir yelled, “Why can’t you two stop thinking?”
Snaff and Zojja both thought, We’re asura.
“We’re being tested,” Caithe said softly.
That brought silence, with only the sounds of feet marching through the defile.
“We can hear each other’s thoughts because Glint is listening to our thoughts. She’s trying to understand why we’re approaching her sanctum. She’s trying to drive us away.”
She may succeed, Eir thought.
Don’t act like we’re the only problems here, Rytlock thought.
“We need to stop,” Caithe said. “She knows what we are thinking, that we are divided. She’ll use it against us. Think thoughts that unify us!”
There came a flash from Logan’s mind—Caithe stabbing her stiletto into the tail of a devourer, then her smile later as she pulled the roasted meat from the shell.
And from Rytlock’s mind—the image of Logan launching up to drag down Racogorrix in midair.
Then