I drew some bugs around my lower face and eyes as a makeshift mask. My real mask was still in tatters. I noted that the modifications I’d made were no longer necessary. I wondered if I would go back to skintight leggings.
I think the leggings fit the aesthetic better.
It’d be good to get back to my people. To check on them, and ensure they were okay. Maybe they’d be better off without me. If Tattletale or Regent took over the-
I really don’t think they would be better off without you. Aside from acting as a bullseye drawn on the city map, you’ve done nothing but good for the territory.
“Stop,” he said, cutting off my train of thought.
That’s not the S word I was hoping to hear, but I’m listening.
Didn’t need to hear more of his accusations, his condemnations. I ignored him and headed for the front door.
Though Taylor isn’t.
“Please.”
Getting closer.
His tone had changed. I stopped walking.
“I’ve never really said anything like this to anyone,” he said. “But I’m scared. I’m more powerful now, but I feel more insecure than ever.”
A scared little boy pretending to be a leader.
Who said it had to apply only to Trickster?
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