“Stop,” I said. I was getting flashbacks to my conversations with Armsmaster, now.
Well yes, Armsmaster was right about a lot of what he said about you too, in the early days.
“You say you’re not manipulative, that your undercover operation was pure in motive, but you are. You throw yourself into those situations solo, or you join in on whatever fucked up plan the others come up with, and you do it because it makes you useful, because you know we’d struggle without you, you’re making us dependent on you.”
I don’t think she’s doing that on purpose.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “That’s not- not what I’m doing. Every step of the way, I had other reasons. Strategies, or there were people I needed to help-”
“Maybe Bitch was right about you all along.”
Bitch’s precise assessment of Taylor seems to have varied a bit over time, care to elaborate on that?
I suppose it mostly boils down to “do not want”.
“That’s not fair.” This isn’t him. He’s still reeling from what Bonesaw did to him.
Yeah, let’s fuckin’ hope this is temporary.
That excuse did little to shake my worries that this was what he really thought. Was this the stuff he was holding back, every day he was with me.
It might be. We might be having brutal honesty hour over here. The alternative is mean lies for the purpose of hurting.
I’d actually prefer brutal honesty hour, I think.
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