Something inside me has just begun

She'd be terrified if she knew how to be terrified, but something told her the terror that normal people (beings) felt was pretty different from the freeze-up of a kernel panic.

Panic's just for when you can't do it anymore. Otherwise, you hang, and you chug.

So Mythra's hanging on by her bitter fingertips trying to mow through the avalanche of information that hits her when she sees Minoth. Each cycle is a brutal churn.

First thing is: people like him. People are wary of him, but they like him. More than he seems prepared for, actually.

Second thing is: