“Thank you,” the girl sobbed into my shoulder.
“You’re welcome,” the shoulder replied.
I hugged her back, reflexively, a little shaken. Why had it taken this long for someone to say that simple thing to me? I’d wanted to be a hero, once upon a time.
Oh, huh. That’s a good point. All this time, she hasn’t really had that said to her – not in this way, at least.
So in keeping with the current larger plot of Taylor beginning to get pulled in the other direction, back to heroics, we’re now dealing with the issue of gratitude and thanklessness towards heroes and villains, respectively, and the idea that Taylor may want to be the kind of person people would want to so genuinely thank like this.
I like this.
“I didn’t do anything,” I managed to get the words out.
I mean, besides the initiative, which is what’s important here, you did get in a sweet kick on the knife guy.
“Thank you,” she repeated.
I stood, letting the girl rest her hands on my shoulders to get to a standing position herself. I glanced at Senegal and Minor. No problems there.
Yeah, you’re not going to be able to easily convince this girl to not be grateful to you for a very long time. Not without betraying all your principles, at least.
“Oh my god.” I wasn’t sure who it was.
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It sounds like someone recognized Taylor (or one of the others here) and for some reason I have a freaky feeling it’s Madison Clements.
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