Tanner made another line of goo across Aiden’s chest and down the insides of his arms to the tips of his index fingers, then one down each of his legs to the tip of his big toe. Lastly he drew a line up the sole of each of his feet. It felt like being painted with clay. Aiden was distantly aware it was itchy and cold, the same way he knew his head probably hurt.
“There we go. Ideally you should be completely naked for this, but I figured you’d be upset enough, and I can get by without it,” Tanner said. “So, yeah. It’s unfair. It’s also just bad for the world. Did you know that more than two hundred million people should have been killed between 1915 and now? Crazy, right? Two hundred million. Maybe way more, even, since way more people should’ve been born, too.