My dad’s house was intact, at least, if not in the best shape. Still, even with two nights in a row with barely three hours of sleep between them, I’d held off on returning. Too much I couldn’t explain.
Poor Danny probably thinks Taylor is dead.
There’s only so much a man can handle. I’m not sure he’s okay in any sense of the word right now.
Lisa leaned on the railing, “I didn’t think we’d win.”
Against Lung, right?
I seem to recall the Undersiders’ rationale for going out to fight him being essentially “fuck it, let’s go and do our best”.
I joined her, leaning beside her. Maybe she could read something in the fact that I put myself far enough away that she couldn’t reach out and touch me, couldn’t push me over if she had a mind to. Paranoid.
Oof.
I mean, considering everything it’s not unreasonable to be a little wary, but it still stings a bit.
Looking over the city, thinking of the devastation, the hundreds of thousands of hungry, dirty, homeless people still in the city, I thought aloud, “Did we?”
Oh, against Leviathan… I doubt you ever quite “win” against an Endbringer, really. There’s losing, and losing less. Brockton Bay lost less.
I’m still not entirely sure Lisa is actually talking about Leviathan, though Taylor seems to think so. The fight against Lung is a more natural follow-up to Taylor’s question.
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