Regent nodded in agreement.
I looked at the others for help. Tattletale remained quiet, and Sundancer, the one other person I’d hoped would be sympathetic, looked away.
This feels familiar. It reminds me of when Taylor found out about Dinah.
“Those are people,” I said. “Real people.”
“So’s Grue, and so are we. We look out for ourselves first. If we can take out members of the Nine, we’ll save more people in the long run.”
It’s a hard choice, but I think he’s right.
“The ends justify the means? You realize that when this all goes down, they’re going to die? Almost guaranteed?” I’d directed Sundancer to attack a group of people who included bystanders, but they’d been goners already, dead for all intents and purposes. This was something else.
Fuck, sounds like what they’re planning is quite destructive.
“Thirty people for the sake of hundreds. It balances out,” Trickster said.
Numbers.
Of course, Taylor has never really managed to think like that, for better or worse.
“If we stick to the plan and if we’re successful.”
“Don’t fuck around or their deaths will be in vain.”
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