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Bina does not see the Botfly fall.

No one does. Not really.

The flash of the Flyswatter detonating blinds her, and by the time the white hot afterimages have faded enough for her to see the gaping holes left by Her absent limbs she cannot remember what, if anything, she really did see.

Had she writhed for a moment or just slipped away?

Hard to say.