And Bea barely acknowledges him as she's ...well... dancing.
The realizations hit one after another, just before each shot at each perfect angle to bring rubble coming down right in the path of the rampaging humans, but not on them, blocking path after path as they herd more of the people grabbing at them more and more away and then.... the explosion she knew would happen.
"I believe my baby sister just blew herself up," Bea says softly, smiling.
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