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She turns to face her assailant, who stares her down mere steps away in the alley, smug expression fixed on his face.
"You," she says, a puzzled tone to her voice. "You're a Bearer?" His response is to spread his arms wide and grin even wider, as if to say, So? Only one of his hands is gloved, and she realizes, too late, that the glove itself is an Object. It is wrapped in that unmistakable aura of Weight that all Objects possess.
Which only confuses her further. "You're a Bearer," she repeats, incredulity replacing confusion. "And you fight me?" she asks. "Why?"
He laughs, dropping his arms and tilting his head back, roaring at the sky with obvious delight. Then he looks back at Olivia, his eyes cold and hard, all traces of a smile wiped from his face. Olivia notes a glimmer of madness in those eyes and feels the flesh on her arms prickle.
"Why not?" is all he answers.
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