“Who?” Trickster asked.
“Sadie. From seventh grade.”
Wildbow continues to heavily imply that the Travelers go way back.
But yeah, sounds like it’s genuinely just a case of similar appearances.
“Nope,” Trickster replied. “Not in the slightest. Your head’s fucking with you. Get the job done.”
I suppose that’s also possible.
“But-”
Trickster’s voice was as hard as I’d ever heard it. “Now. Remember the deal we made. Our promise to each other and to Noelle. Don’t fuck this up.”
I would love to know what that promise was and how it plays into this situation. Alas, that is probably a matter for another day.
Ballistic hesitated. Through the scope of my binoculars, I could see him holding the foot-ball sized warhead in his hands. “She’s a human being, someone with feelings, and tastes and-”
That she is.
She’s also a fucked up mass-murderer.
Regent was the one who cut him off this time, “And she’s someone that has forced parents to mutilate and kill their kids and she made them enjoy it. Then she left them to live with the aftermath.”
Fucking hell, Cherish.
If you want a full redemption you’ve got so much to atone for.
That’s not really how Worm tends to go, though. Her self-interested betrayal may prove critical to beating the Nine, but she’s probably not heading for a redemption.
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