Bab 139: Ungrateful

There were a lot of small pieces, all right. But putting them together turned out to be as easy as cutting a dictionary into separate words and trying to make a new book out of them. I and Ghost spent two hours in this hall, putting together wisps of data, but in the end…

"The demon's influence was just too serious," Ghost shook his head. "The emotional traces alone are enough to mix everything up."

"Not to mention, you know, the damage," I added. "But we got something, at least. Hopefully, someone will know more about that."

Desmond, to whom we were telling all this, sneered. "Don't dance around with words. I need the information."

I sneered right back, but bit my tongue before telling him to not be so bitchy about getting it. Ghost's hand on my shoulder helped in holding back my anger.