[Ruth knows many things: the past, the future, how they twist and spiral. But right now, they're knotting, and her skull's stabbed with every effort she makes to unravel what's going on. Just seeing--if that's what it can be called when one doesn't have eyes--is an effort, one that leaves her with a drop of blood sliding down from one nostril. But she can use her powers enough to get a sense of him: run through with tension, a strength carrying through his voice and stance, eyes that say don't test me.
She wouldn't have reason to even if she thought she could. Instead, she raises her hands, open and empty, and waits.]
II.
[Ruth knows many things: the past, the future, how they twist and spiral. But right now, they're knotting, and her skull's stabbed with every effort she makes to unravel what's going on. Just seeing--if that's what it can be called when one doesn't have eyes--is an effort, one that leaves her with a drop of blood sliding down from one nostril. But she can use her powers enough to get a sense of him: run through with tension, a strength carrying through his voice and stance, eyes that say don't test me.
She wouldn't have reason to even if she thought she could. Instead, she raises her hands, open and empty, and waits.]