"Ain't ever met a person named Asba," Pouch muses as the rest chat and theorize.
He reaches out and runs his fingers over the thick moss on the walls. It frosts over under his touch, then grows fuller. "Little Sister told me El's gone, like the rest of the brood. Never said anything about a 'between'." A pause. Pouch lifts his chin, looks a bit like a cat sniffing the air. "Weeds ain't gone, though. They're still down here."
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He reaches out and runs his fingers over the thick moss on the walls. It frosts over under his touch, then grows fuller. "Little Sister told me El's gone, like the rest of the brood. Never said anything about a 'between'." A pause. Pouch lifts his chin, looks a bit like a cat sniffing the air. "Weeds ain't gone, though. They're still down here."