"Someone doing -- that's Dark," Spencer said, staring at it. "It's -- I've been useless, these past few -- it made me." He stopped, swallowed hard. "Whoever did that," he said, voice low, "do you think maybe they had a hand in the virus, as well?"
He sighed, shoving his hands back through his hair. "I want to blow it up," he said tightly, and laughed short and humourless. He tilted his head to the side and said, "It's a rune, though, I think we need to -- unravel it, somehow."
A rune. Spencer shoved his free hand in his pocket, clenching it into a fist, his nails digging into his skin.