I missed staying at the loft, when things were easy and I was free.
RIP the Loft.
I was happy with how things were going with my new recruits, but I was realizing that living with them would mandate changes to my lifestyle.
Gotta sign a roommate contract and everything!
There were appearances to maintain, and I couldn’t be seen slacking off or being a slob. I couldn’t sleep in or put off my shower until later in the day.
Ahh, yeah… she has nowhere to be Taylor. Even out of costume, even when she’s up in her private quarters, she has to be Skitter, for her minions.
Tying the times at the Loft to freedom makes more sense with that in mind.
I couldn’t let myself collapse in a sweaty heap after a hard morning run. I’d woken up at six in the morning to be sure that I could run, shower, dress and look like I was on top of things by the time they were up. After a late night, it left me feeling a little worn around the edges. I harbored some concerns about my ability to help Dinah if this kept up.
It’s as you said to Sierra. You’re a human underneath the mask. Maybe after a while, you can let yourself begin to let that show more.
Then again, there are more recruits a-coming, and the more she gets, the less she’ll feel she can do that.
It’s the pressure of being a boss, and it’s the pressure of being a ruler. Two slightly different, but very similar things.
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