“Makes sense that they’d improvise a cell to contain him,” Tattletale said.
Especially knowing that Skitter was on the other side and that she can detect things via her bugs.
I nodded, swallowing.
Worn and damaged posters and fliers referred to yoga and pilates classes.
Ah, there we go. That makes sense with the layout of this place.
Makeshift signs and notices had been raised since this building had been used for the rich-person exercise classes. These were more pragmatic, detailing chore schedules, contact information and watch rotations.
Heh, “rich-person exercise classes”.
It sounds like this place has had a couple different functions in its time.
These people had been getting by, maybe in the same way I’d been trying to get my own people organized. I felt a growing outrage at what had happened here, what had happened to my people.
I really want to know whether or not Parian’s alright.
Why? What purpose did this chaos serve?
Entertainment? A sense of vindication for their pasts? Stimulation?
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