Nightshift 43: Men's Restroom (second floor)
[from here]
Yomi's plan had been simple from the beginning, simple enough that acting on autopilot would make no difference.
Break apart the bathroom. Take any good metal. Go elsewhere and repeat.
She could do that, whether or not her heart was fixed on the past, and her thoughts were a million miles away, and the sesshouseki was thrumming in her veins, an ominous drumbeat trying to lead her by its tune. She could do that, because it would keep her moving. It would keep her going. She could focus on it, and not on her disintegrating existence.
Her attention turned to the line of sinks, not on the rising volume of ghostly voices. They were just noise in the background, noise to be added to the already chaotic static in her head.
Yomi's plan had been simple from the beginning, simple enough that acting on autopilot would make no difference.
Break apart the bathroom. Take any good metal. Go elsewhere and repeat.
She could do that, whether or not her heart was fixed on the past, and her thoughts were a million miles away, and the sesshouseki was thrumming in her veins, an ominous drumbeat trying to lead her by its tune. She could do that, because it would keep her moving. It would keep her going. She could focus on it, and not on her disintegrating existence.
Her attention turned to the line of sinks, not on the rising volume of ghostly voices. They were just noise in the background, noise to be added to the already chaotic static in her head.