Tattletale scowled, “Have you forgotten how aggressively we’ve been going after the Slaughterhouse Nine? The attacks, the harassment, capturing Cherish and Shatterbird. And now you want to leave one of them there? We don’t have to get close to her to take her out. You have the gun.”
You’re gonna have to convince the one with the gun that that actually is one of the Nine first.
I stared down at the weapon in my hand.
“Trust me,” she said.
For once, don’t.
“No.”
Both Tattletale and Grue turned to look at me.
I kind of assumed they were both doing that already.
“No?” Grue asked. “We’re a team, Skitter. We’re supposed to trust one another when the chips are down, have each other’s backs.”
That doesn’t mean you get to bully your teammate into killing someone she isn’t sure is actually an enemy.
I didn’t like the implications of that. Like I was failing them.
Yeah, no, that line right there was one of Brian’s ugliest moments. I’m giving him some slack because of the miasma messing with his head, but still.
But I shook my head. “No.”
“Explain?” he asked. He looked calm, but I could see the irritation in his posture. Was the mist getting to him?
Probably.
“The miasma… if it makes us paranoid, it could be coloring our perceptions here. Even Tattletale’s.”
Yeah, makes sense to me.
“I would know if it was,” she said. She seemed impatient.
Are you sure?
“Maybe. But I’m not certain enough about that to take another life.”
“You nearly took Siberian’s,” she retorted.
That is completely irrelevant, Lisa.
“Yeah. Sure. But that was different.”
“I don’t see how.”
Look around you. That’s how.
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