“I’ll try. My reserves are low.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop them.”
It’s okay. You tried.
Grue got his phone out while Genesis retreated back to her bunk. I made my way upstairs to curl up in the armchair.
The bed strikes me as a much more comfortable place to curl up, but to each their own.
So many dead because I couldn’t save them. I felt doubly guilty because my reasons for regretting their deaths were partially selfish. It was a deathblow to my plans to seize my territory, earning Coil’s respect and make inroads into saving Dinah, one way or another.
Things are not going great, no.
I took off my mask and let it drop to the ground. My costume, I saw, was in tatters where it had burned.
Repairing this ain’t a quick job, either.
Our enemies were good, they were smart. Mannequin had been toying with us, and we’d taken that advantage and beat him to the ground with it. But every action was calculated. Cherish was informing them, Shatterbird was apparently smart in other ways, and Jack was the brains of the operation.
At least it’s looking like Cherish might be down with messing things up for the Nine in some way, depending on the terms of her deal. As the informant, she’s quite important given the “knowledge is power” theme.
Shatterbird is smart, sure, but she’s arrogant. That arrogance is likely to be her downfall.
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