The reanimator under the sheet thrashed against its bonds.
Its teeth clicked audibly, a dry sound of desperation and hunger that caused the woman who was running the tests on them to step back for a second before shaking her head. Then Aerenyx shifted his weight ever so slightly, and the monitor crashed from a screaming peak to a flat, unremarkable line.
The body collapsed back into stillness like a puppet with its strings cut.
"Interesting," Aerenyx said softly.
The tech stared between the console and the gurney. "The reanimation spike just died," she said. "The inhibitor dose isn't supposed to act that fast."
"Maybe it got bored," Lachlan offered with a shrug. "I could see that happening. There isn't much going on that is worth coming back from the dead for."
She shot him a look that said she had no sense of humor left. "You," she said, pointing at Aerenyx. "Your signature is… strange."
"Strange how?" he asked.
