It was just before the Impossible Task.
Replicus mistook Kintar's hesitation for anxiety.
She was yet to enter the space that had been prepared for her – a space where she would challenge the Impossible Task. She almost seemed content sitting on the floor, looking at her feet as though lost in thought.
This was unbecoming of her, Replicus thought. Kintar was always so lively, if a bit… strange. He had pegged her for a psychopath once, not that he could judge her for it. He had been a first-class psychopath too. Perhaps that was why she didn't bother him as much as she did the others. They never could relate to her. Well, a few could.
"What's wrong?" asked Replicus. "Are you getting cold feet? I wouldn't blame you, you know? Even I would hesitate to enter a ring with multiple yous."
