“You mean they won’t attack anytime soon, or-”
“They’re dealt with. Burnscar’s dead. Crawler’s dead. Mannequin’s probably dead. Cherish and Shatterbird wish they were dead.
Heh.
Found Siberian’s weak point, and it’ll be international news soon, if it isn’t already. She, Jack and Bonesaw ran. Tried to pursue, couldn’t track them. It’ll be a while before they bounce back.”
Good fucking work.
“You took on the Nine and won?”
Skitter ventured toward Yan, then used one foot to hold the girl’s arm down against the ground.
And she just leaves that question hanging, like it’s no big deal. For now, anyway.
Man, she sounds so exhausted.
The beetle pinned it there, pressing the point of one forelimb into her palm with enough pressure that a bead of blood appeared. Skitter stepped around the girl so the beetle could do the same.
…what are you doing now?
When Yan clenched her fist, Skitter stepped on her fist, crushing it underfoot.
Is this just about restraining them?
She took her time responding. When she did speak, all she said was, “I didn’t say we won.”
…right. Victory for Skitter would mean wiping the Nine out completely. At the very least Jack, not letting him escape.
Taylor has a history of blaming herself for the actions of antagonists if she fails to stop them. If she does that here, she’s going to be blaming herself for the end of the world coming in two years rather than 15+ (even if I’m right that she never had the opportunity to change that).
Fuck, that’s a heavy burden.
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