She waved her hand, dismissing his words. This wasn’t what she needed to be talking to him about. “You have to help me,” Rabia said. “Help me help them. I know you can.”
“What do you know?” Hjalmar said, managing with a simple straightening of the spine to suddenly be looming over her. “What do you know about what I can do?”
“You have to be able to do something,” Rabia said, resisting the urge to cower. “I can’t stand being this powerless. They need us.”
“I think I know just a little bit more about it than you,” Hjalmar said in a low rumble.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rabia asked.
“This,” Hjalmar said, giving his own head a loud smack. “Thanks to this lovely piece of technology in my head, I can’t not know. It’s all there, just waiting for me to look at it. Like a gap where a too
