[ Fear shoots through her at Callisto's words, and she looks down at herself, hands flying up to press against her torso.
She's still here. She's solid and real.
That isn't what Callisto means, but what she does mean is almost as terrifying. The fear of herself disappearing, or worse, Hardison or Eliot...it's something that has only gotten worse since they'd woken in Baneberry Hall, since so many people had vanished all at once.
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She's still here. She's solid and real.
That isn't what Callisto means, but what she does mean is almost as terrifying. The fear of herself disappearing, or worse, Hardison or Eliot...it's something that has only gotten worse since they'd woken in Baneberry Hall, since so many people had vanished all at once.
She sets her jaw, shaking her head firmly. ]
No.
No, I'm not leaving.
I can't.