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Wait Gavin came down here When Gavin caeometrical space

Even without luxin, Dazen felt a burst of energy, life Gavin cah that he could talk to Dazen That meant those tunnels were very, very close

If Dazen could find one of those tunnels, he wouldn’t siet past the yellow prison, he’d break out of all of the prisons He didn’t have to break out of each in turn, he could simply leave

Salvation was that close His heart leapt His heart burned within hi hi since he’d felt it, he alhed aloud Then he startedthat had been his prison, knocking on the walls

Tap, tap, tap Tap, tap, tap Tap, tap, tonk

Tonk, tonk, tonk The hollow sound was like a choir singing the Sun Day salutations

Just to be sure, just to be careful, Dazen checked the rest of the cha, was the thinnest He looked for hidden hinges, but he couldn’t find any Not that he expected them After the prison was finished, Gavin doubtless would have fully sealed the tunnel No reason to leave a weakness where Dazenback to scoop up his own vo with revulsion, he clarabbed the husk of his blue bread

He’d left all of the crust, broken open now to give him the maximureen cell, but stood in its light It took hih blue It was a relief, though, when it came The clarity of blue was a boon He’d lived with blue for sixteen years, and he needed it With the blue slowly filling hiile his health was It had only been months since his fever had passed The nasty cut across his chest had ainst the infection, but that didn’the had He needed to blast the wall open, draft green for the necessary strength, and go as fast and far as he could Once he found a safe place, he could worry about healing It was a gaa back to the stone wall to knock again, to double-check, but he didn’t need to He’d drafted blue for so long that he could practically see lines overlaying his vision that denoted the exact outline of the hollow space He could envision the probable thickness of the stone It was granite, and fro lost, he re up details from your own mind that you couldn’t believe you rerees and one hundred twenty degrees Of course, the blue couldn’t tell hies lay to hiht wrist in his left hand He gathered his will The first ranite les

He took a deep breath and gave the short, sharp cry It tightened sto platform, and a small animal boost to the will Mechanics meets the beast

The blue bullet burst froh with a sranite shrapnel

No alarm sounded At least none that he could hear Dazen strode to the wall It was too dark to see the hole well, but he traced his fingers around it, felt the fractures Aha, tilted about twelve degrees

His blue-enhanced les, picked out lines along which it would fracture, and exactly where he would have to shoot the next h

Taking his place back far enough that he wouldn’t get hit with the shrapnel but would still easily hit his targets, Dazen braced himself, one foot back, turned, both hands up Each hand would shoot two missiles simultaneously: there and… there