Grey whistled under his breath. "Your dad sounds like a real piece of shit."
"He was, and he'd have been proud of it."
"I think I'd have liked him."
Amunet stared at him, then laughed so quietly that he felt it more than heard it, a small tremble rippling through the flat plane of her stomach where it pressed against his own. The sound caught him off guard, and he forgot to say anything clever, simply watching the way the laugh softened her whole face before it faded.
Then he noticed the light.
It was subtle, barely more than a faint shimmer in the air near the ceiling, but Grey's Resonant Sense could feel what it was instantly, and the pain he had experienced at its hands several times before was even more searing. The Genesis System.
It seemed they were running out of time unless they escalated further.
Amunet noticed it at almost the same moment, her eyes flicking upward before snapping back to his with an expression that clearly made it his problem.
