No fear. No anger. No hatred. Patch repeated these words in her mind as Correspondent 251 spoke, to ward off those emotions that had nearly destroyed her.
It struck her how 251 had accused them of thinking too small, yet she herself had committed the mistake of thinking too big. So vast and...
Apparently the latest victims of conspiracy theorist abuse are meteorologists: https://www.cnn.com/2023/05/27/world/meteorologists-conspiracy-harassment-abuse-climate-intl/index.html
Patch furrowed her brow. "Hmm. Monday is... well, I don't trust her, obviously, but I get the sense that she's not quite... what's the word I'm looking for... obedient? But yes, we don't want this woman calling for any help."
"That's... a lot of information to take in..." Patch said as she tried to parse all of it while keeping her composition. "First of all, Friday, I'm glad you're alright. Please don't risk your safety for our sake. I know that's rich of me to say after what we just did back there, but still...
"N-No, uh, I appreciate the offer but you should keep that on," stammered Patch. "Is everyone in here now? We should probably seal up our entrance quickly."
https://nymag.com/intelligencer/2023/05/texas-family-gunned-down-by-neighbor-in-horrific-shooting.html
Some context about the "shooting in the yard" thing:
Patch cautiously entered the space and produced a small bit of flame in her palm, illuminating the room for a few brief seconds before it fizzled out.
"Ah, drat, I forgot this spell needs something to burn to stay lit. Anyone have something we could use as a torch?"
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