The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 586

Chapter 586: 586 | A Gravitational Event

〘 No. It is not system-originated. I remind you that I have a very short list of things I cannot affect and it has been getting longer at a rate I would describe, if I had feelings, as alarming. 〙

"You don’t have feelings."

〘 I have opinions. This is one of them. 〙

I went back inside and shut the door and leaned against it, which is a thing I do now apparently, lean against doors after women leave, like the door and I are processing something together.

The tea was still warm. Chamomile, the boring one, because I almost died. I drank half of it standing at the window looking at the Crucible dome and the scaffolding and the orange workers moving across it like the whole building was a wound getting stitched by people who’d never seen the inside of it.

Two temptation gauges had moved in a single evening without me doing a single deliberate thing.

〘 Update. Rina Soleil: 29%. Vivienne Cross: 12%. Note: neither increase resulted from a quest, a mission, or a directed action. You were sitting still. You are becoming a gravitational event. Diane used that phrase. She was correct. 〙

"I don’t want to be a gravitational event."

〘 The universe did not consult you. Neither did I. 〙

I finished the tea. Set the cup down on the desk next to the protein bar wrapper I’d forgotten about two hours ago. Stood there a second, then moved to the terrible mattress and sat, pressing two fingers against my sternum, feeling for the second pulse.

There it was. Offset. Patient. The exact word Vivienne had used without ever having felt the thing herself, which meant she’d read the shape of it from the outside with the same precision I could measure from the inside, which meant Diane was right. Vivienne was the second most dangerous person to my file after Diane herself. Neither of them had needed to open a folder. They’d just looked.

I lay back. Counted the ceiling tiles, the way I’d been doing since week one because the alternative was staring at nothing and letting my brain run loops. Ninety-six. Still ninety-six. Some numbers don’t move even when a machine at the front door calls you an anomaly out loud in front of a woman holding a stylus, or when two gauges climb in a single evening while you’re sitting still doing nothing but existing in a room.

My phone buzzed. I picked it up without moving anything else, the way you do when your body’s already committed to lying down but your brain hasn’t agreed to stop yet.

Sloane. you never texted me before sleep

it’s not sleep yet. it’s staring at the ceiling doing math.

that’s your version of relaxing and it’s concerning

rina came by. brought me tea. I paused, thumb over the screen, and then did the thing I’d promised Sloane I’d do, which was tell her before she found out. saturday i’m helping her test her aspect. field zeta. six am. no cameras.

The three dots appeared, vanished, appeared. I could feel her through the bond from across campus, warm and steady and then a spike of something that wasn’t quite jealousy because jealousy was a Felicity-shaped word and this was a different shape. Territorial. Careful. A girl deciding whether she was allowed to have an opinion.

okay

okay?

you told me first. that was the deal. i’m choosing to be a normal person about this. it’s an experiment. i’ll let you know how it goes. Another buzz. also if she puts her hands on your back i will feel your heart rate change from across campus and i want that on the record

noted.

and vivienne cross was in the hallway wasn’t she

how do you

because your heart did the thing twenty minutes ago. the flat thing. the thing it does when someone’s smarter than you and you’re enjoying it and hating that you’re enjoying it. Buzz. i’m not mad. i’m cataloguing. koda owes me eleven dollars either way. goodnight lukas. text me before sleep for real this time.

goodnight sloane. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

i love you. this is not up for discussion and if you make it weird i’ll drive over there and make it weirder.

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