It was a dark mirror to what Mr. Gladly had done to me.
Really dark. He left you at the mercy of the Harpies. You’re leaving him at the mercy of a fucking Endbringer.
What Emma and her friends had done, I couldn’t say for sure that I would have had the mental fortitude to put up with it if I hadn’t gotten my powers – and for all he knew, I hadn’t.
…are you saying you think you might’ve ended up committing suicide?
I couldn’t know whether I could have dealt with everything that had followed the incident in January, if I could have made it this far if I hadn’t had my powers, these distractions. In every way that mattered, Mr. Gladly turning his back on me, back there in the school hallway, a time that felt so long ago, could have killed me.
I still don’t think it’s quite fair to think like this when this happened right after you – as far as I remember – pretty much told him to mind his own business.
I think I’m gonna have to reread that part later, update myself on the exact sequence of events, but I’m fairly sure that’s what happened.
A fitting justice, maybe, leaving him in that shelter with Leviathan.
I suppose, but I’m personally too sympathetic to Mr. Gladly to think he actually deserves it.
Jeez, Taylor can get pretty dark sometimes.
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