Ch. 71: The Otherworlder
We sat down as Hermes— or rather, the otherworlder now inhabiting Hermes' body— prepared to tell his story. Talos, as usual, was engrossed in her laptop, typing away with rapid precision. It was almost amusing how dedicated she was to that thing, though I had to admit her obsession was one of the reasons her mind worked differently from anyone else's. She had an unparalleled ability to connect dots most people wouldn't even see.
Hermes— took a deep breath, trying to calm the anxiety that was clearly gnawing at him. Why was he so nervous?