[ Naomi has to fight not to recoil from the glow, even what she can see of it is eerily familiar to the shade of blue of the protomolecule, but she tells herself it isn't that. It can't be.
Besides, what's happening on the page is interesting. The way the lines spider out, rather than being drawn one at a time. Like he's transferring the image piecemeal from his mind. Naomi's never known an artist, but this seems different. When the glow fades and there's a man's face rendered in the ink, she peers a little closer, curious. ]
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Besides, what's happening on the page is interesting. The way the lines spider out, rather than being drawn one at a time. Like he's transferring the image piecemeal from his mind. Naomi's never known an artist, but this seems different. When the glow fades and there's a man's face rendered in the ink, she peers a little closer, curious. ]
That's good. Friend of yours?