She laughed briefly, and it was a dark utterance with no humor in it. “No?”
“Everyone knows how you visit hospitals. How many people have you helped over the past three years?
Uh-oh. Sensitive topic.
How many lives have you saved, how many people have you rescued from a lifetime of misery?”
Taylor has a point, but she should try turning her own logic towards herself. Yes, she failed to save four people when Mannequin attacked. But she did save a lot of other lives. Maybe if she thought to ask herself this question, she could start looking at her own accomplishments positively.
“I hated it,” she said. “It was such a burden. So many long hours spent around sick people, and I got numb to it, I stopped caring. Do you know how many hours I’ve spent awake at night, wishing my powers would just go away, or that some circumstance would come up where I’d make some excusable mistake where they would eventually forgive me, but where I couldn’t visit the hospitals anymore?”
This is something Amy has needed to admit to someone for so long. She did, once before, but she still needed it.
And it’s one thing to open up to Gallant. He was the kind of guy who just forces you to open up by looking past your defenses in the first place. Now she’s opening up to Skitter, a villain who doesn’t have that quality and whom Amy hated up until a minute or two ago.
Maybe it does make it easier that she’s already abandoned that life, but still.
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