“We’re alive. That’s a win in my book.”
Closest thing you get to a victory with this kind of enemy. So far, at least.
I didn’t respond, and a silence stretched between us.
“Okay,” Lisa told me, “No more secrets.”
Sounds good to me. Time to answer the question, then?
“Sounds good,” I admitted.
“And I’m trusting you to use that brain of yours to know what parts of what I’m about to say should stay between us.”
I think Taylor can handle that, yeah.
“Okay.”
“Imagine this. You walk down a street in an unfamiliar city, you’ve got an appointment to go to, but barely any directions. You follow?”
I nodded.
Hm… alright?
“You come to a branching path. Do you go left, do you go right? Whatever decision you make, you’ve got to live with it,
walk down that path, and if it’s wrong, you have to figure out how to get over to the other path. And that keeps happening, until you get where you need to be. Maybe you got lucky, picked the right paths, got there on time. Maybe you were unlucky, and you were late.”
Are you using this analogy to say that you were gambling on Taylor’s resolve to be a hero, and nudged her away from it whenever it seemed risky?
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