Movement is better than none. Imagination has never been his strongest suit, but it's given them streets that are somewhat familiar. And familiar terrain is an advantage, at the very least.
With a silent nod, Locus hefts his rifle and moves forward, in the direction Barry seems to have indicated. "Are these...illusions? Or do they live in truth?"
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With a silent nod, Locus hefts his rifle and moves forward, in the direction Barry seems to have indicated. "Are these...illusions? Or do they live in truth?"