Stella nodded toward the corpse below. “He was broadcasting fear. Not his own. He stole it from his victims. Wore it like a perfume. That’s why the block went silent—everyone was too terrified to breathe.”
“I felt you,” he said. “You were afraid. Not of Murmur. Of me. And you touched me anyway.” He turned and walked toward the elevator. “That’s not a disease. That’s courage. Don’t lose it.” dredd and stella
Here’s a short story based on your request, featuring “Dredd and Stella.” Stella nodded toward the corpse below