Sadako liked watching Sweeney work. Her own talents were so subtle that most of her victims died wondering exactly how they were dying. She wished she had an answer for them. It was something she'd simply been born able to do. Perhaps not to the same degree, but she'd done her first thermographic projection when she was six.
He'd slowed his pace, and she put her hands behind her back and tried not to smirk when she overheard his very pointed thought. Oh? Well, don't rush on my account. I like watching you work. And I've been planting a few seeds as well. As they'd walked, she'd started a few people on their way toward dying - a heart attack here, a stroke there. Each of them had a week, and she'd likely try to check in on them when they got closer to the end. At least walk past their house and hear the grief. And what plans would those be? Or are they a surprise? She walked along the curb like a tightrope walker, arms extended.