“How did he know? Asylum?” Ashes asked the question that was rattling around in my head. “I don’t know,” Church murmured, finally looking over at us. “It doesn’t make sense.” “He’s a weird guy,” I muttered, running my fingers through my shaggy hair. My head was killing me. My stomach was still upset. “He always seems to just know things,” Ashes continued, shaking his head. “Which is why I think we need to trust him about specter.” Church looked at both of us. “Even if it fucking guts us. I think he was only demonstrating what he’s capable of.”
