“No obligation, but it would help,” I said.

“It’s weird that there are so many people here and there’s only one that I don’t know well enough to trust telling,” Foil said.

“I’m the odd one out?” Precipice asked. “I’ll cover my ears.”

She reached over to his arm, pulling it down before he could.

“I’ll skip over details, but I know you’re roped into this. She’s after you, right?”

“Technically I owe her a favor,” Precipice said.

“She won’t make that easy. The more you know, the better,” Foil said. She drew in a deep breath. Then she hesitated.

Which was annoying, but annoying was better than freaking out over what might have happened to Sveta.

Answers, we find them, we help the others. If needed we break all of Cradle’s limbs and get him to tell us how to undo what he did to the Navigators.

Through that, maybe we can stop March before she does whatever she’s planning.

“I didn’t mean for it to be a big thing,” I told her. “I know triggers are heavy.”

“No, it’s okay. I need to, and if anyone has insights or perspective, it would help,” Foil said. “Even if it’s power wonk stuff.”

“Alright,” I said.

“I was fostered, entered into the system. I had older siblings who weren’t. Subway platform in New York, I get attacked from behind, and it was one of my sisters, homeless, and so—so angry. It was like she lived in a completely different, warped reality, where I was to blame for everything, I’d sold her out, I’d taken something she was owed. She tried to push me but I caught myself, and when she tried again, she pushed other people down onto the tracks while pushing me down to the ground, put my head in the way of any incoming trains.”

“March was one of those people on the tracks?” I asked. “Her timing power… and an imminent train?”

Foil shrugged. “All I know is I triggered as the train hit my sister, convinced she’d killed me. March says our third was a friend of my sister, but I barely met the woman, and I didn’t realize why she was important or what she meant when I did.”

“And March?”

“There were people on the tracks. Never got off, just… backed off enough that they could hug the wall while the train passed. Or she got under a ledge, or she was pulled up and something else led to the trigger.”

I nodded.

“Does that really give someone powers?” Chastity asked. “Being off to the side and having a train pass within a foot of you?”

“She might have thought the same thing as Foil. That she was about to die. But thinker triggers are tricky. They’re all about what’s going on in someone’s head.”