"Tails."
"Tails."
"Tails."
It didn't take an astute observer to realize she wasn't just beating the odds of probability, she was calling them correctly before they landed. Time, after time, after time. The coin she was flipping might look familiar to any Andromeda crew still on board. Dylan had given it to her, back when she was purple. And still had a tail. It was a fun game she played. Messing with the right influence at the right time. Only this time it was with a coin and not people. That way Dylan wouldn't get mad at her.
He didn't understand. How could he, he was organic, mortal, trapped within his own limited perceptions and understanding. Still, that was part of the reason she needed him. He wasn't just any ordinary mortal. She needed him. All the possibilities, all the best possibilities, circled around him. She just had to get him to understand her methods were necessary. He needed to trust her.
"Tails."
"Tails."
Trance flipped the coin onto the back of her hand, the motion practiced and almost boring.
"Tails."
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"You have questions." Then she stopped flipping. "Would you like to ask them?" Trance asked, wondering if he would voice them now or wait.
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He'd noticed that almost as long ago as he'd noticed the remarkable talents she had.
"You're not guessing what it's going to show," he said slowly, as though he hadn't heard her question. "You know. Which means either you're predicting the future, or manipulating the coin toss."
He laughed. "No wonder Harper owes you so much money from playing poker."
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"Why can't it be both?" Trance asked him, wondering why he thought it had to be one or the other. It was interesting, the questions that Dylan chose to ask her. Skirting the issue, but not quite skirting it completely. More like grazing. A scratch. To see what would happen? Was this Dylan being careful from his military training or was he just honestly not ready?