We head back to Ressai’s place. It was repetitive to go all the way back, but I guess there’s no other safe option. Does that mean there’s no safe option for Emund? Or Knox? My parents? What about Tisha and Ressai’s friends and family? When I asked Tisha she didn’t say much. She said she’ll check on them later, whatever that means. Ressai? I need to ask. But when I attempt to do so, something about her stops me. Maybe it’s her rigid, over serious manner. Her cold set eyes. Now’s not the time for those questions. Hopefully at some point I can ask her. It didn’t help when she offered me an arm gun. A little blue and grey gauntlet that attaches to my right wrist. It has a wrap around piece that you squeeze with your fingers and an energy bullet shoots out of the nozzle on the top.
“ Don’t ask where I got this. I’ve found some odd things during my searches. Plasamic’s weird. Most of the ‘inventions’ they make they don’t even use, at least not yet.” All Tisha got was a normal pistol.