The wind blew hard from the north, cold, blowing my hair into disarray. I pushed my hair out of my face, tucked it behind my ear. When I gave Lisa a sidelong glance, she was putting her hood up.
Yeah, Taylor should’ve brought warmer clothes.
I wonder if Lisa saw the weather and had her power tell her how it was likely to develop.
She spoke without looking at me, “I’d go on, ask about whether you prioritize friends or morals, talk about how you’ve grown as a person in so many ways since joining us, except my power informs me that you just settled on a decision.”
I suppose so.
She was right. As I stared at the monument, a goal was crystallizing in my mind, a focus. I knew, now, what I wanted to do.
But what? Make the world better, not as a hero, not as a villain, but something in-between?
I had to change things. I had to be better than them. Than Armsmaster, Sophia, Coil, and all the others.
“Yeah,” I replied. She turned to glance my way.
Sounds like I’m at least somewhat on the right track.
“And does this plan feature the Undersiders?”
I gave her my answer.
…fucking hell what a cliffhanger.
I’m guessing “No”, unless Taylor’s found some kind of plan that could benefit the Undersiders enough that they’d be willing to leave Coil behind to help her out. Brian and Rachel in particular would be difficult to get on board with that, even if they weren’t currently disappointed in and/or pissed at Taylor.
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