“NO!”
she screams again, every fibre of her being rejecting this unjust
accusation.
“If
not you, then what?” Both figures still tower over her,
recrimination lurking in the darkness of their cowls. “Whatever
crossed over? Did that cause the explosion?”
“I'm
not so sure something did cross over,” Castor says, “Nothing
physical anyway.”
“But
you said you thought something of the Weave was manifesting in the
Warp.”
“I
know I did,” she replies, “And for a time I did wonder about
that. But there's no evidence, no trace of anything physical
whatsoever.”
“So
tell us,” both figures step back a little, giving Castor a little
room to breath, “What do you think happened?”
“Influence,”
she tells them, “Something in the Weave manipulated certain
attitudes, in order to achieve a desired outcome.”
