“Is she still anchored to us?” Ronak asks. “Oh yes—can’t undo her anchor. Tried. But she no longer—depends on your—proximity. Only your lives. Should all of you die—she will, too. Much like we depend—on each other,” they say, motioning to one another. “Well, that’s good news,” I smirk. “Nice to know I can get away from these jerks once in a while.” “You’re not going anywhere,” Evert says sternly.
