Jacinda watched, eyes glued to the feed, heart racing, hand gripping her staves so tight her forearms hurt. She wished she could see Ten's face.
Nox was there, along with the girl. Her heart felt a stab of agony and she briefly glanced at where Jerry had been. The thought of placing her stave at the base of his neck and letting lose did seem attractive. The voltage would fry his brain and would end any threat to the girl or Ten.
But she shoved it aside. Jerry's girlfriend was the problem here. Nox looked at her like she was an enemy. Like he was afraid. Ten tried to be the peacemaker but Nox was having none of it. He seemed to almost literally drag the girl and other guy away.
Tenzin's words made the point. Jacinda turned to where Jerry had sat, blood boiling, then back to the monitor. He was lucky he gone. She hadn't thought about it, not really. But now she did. "Who the fuck is this woman, Inquisitor? Why would you let a civilian in on an Atharim mission?" she whispered.
The stave was firm and ready in her hand. She had never been one for teamwork. Regus had been right about that, she acknowledged. She had chafed under the Archangels, she realized. Titles meant little to her. Metron. Canticle. Regus. Inquisitor. Reborn god. All a bunch of words, really. The black and white universe seemed so simplistic. She and Barovsky had not gotten along.
So she wouldn't hold back. Especially if someone she cared about was in danger because of it.
Nox was there, along with the girl. Her heart felt a stab of agony and she briefly glanced at where Jerry had been. The thought of placing her stave at the base of his neck and letting lose did seem attractive. The voltage would fry his brain and would end any threat to the girl or Ten.
But she shoved it aside. Jerry's girlfriend was the problem here. Nox looked at her like she was an enemy. Like he was afraid. Ten tried to be the peacemaker but Nox was having none of it. He seemed to almost literally drag the girl and other guy away.
Tenzin's words made the point. Jacinda turned to where Jerry had sat, blood boiling, then back to the monitor. He was lucky he gone. She hadn't thought about it, not really. But now she did. "Who the fuck is this woman, Inquisitor? Why would you let a civilian in on an Atharim mission?" she whispered.
The stave was firm and ready in her hand. She had never been one for teamwork. Regus had been right about that, she acknowledged. She had chafed under the Archangels, she realized. Titles meant little to her. Metron. Canticle. Regus. Inquisitor. Reborn god. All a bunch of words, really. The black and white universe seemed so simplistic. She and Barovsky had not gotten along.
So she wouldn't hold back. Especially if someone she cared about was in danger because of it.