“Hey, Jack would succeed if he tried to cut Bonesaw. What if Jack weren’t controlled by Jack at the time?”

This does not apply exclusively to Jack, by the way. Bonesaw claimed that Jack would be able to do this because he had the same safeguards, suggesting that anyone with the same safeguards could do it, and probably some of if not all the members of the Nine for whom the safeguards don’t apply, too. Presumably she didn’t want to protect the Nine from the other Nine.

“Offensive?  Dinah said that a direct attack would be suicide.”

“So we go for the indirect attack.  They want to play dirty?  Let’s play dirty back.”

Sounds good to me!

And hey, you know what tactic seems to fit with that? Shogi.

I don’t know, I guess it’s just that that was a really good idea that didn’t go anywhere immediately because of the nomination game. I would like for it to come back into play with this change of tactics.

“Me too.  Though I get that you have more reason to be angry.”

“I just-” I stopped, clenching my fists.  “I don’t-”

Don’t see the point of it all?

I blinked back tears.  Fucking contact lenses.

I’ve already seen one reason not to get contact lenses today, outside the story. This just seems to reinforce that for me.

In any case, I like wearing glasses.

He wrapped his arms around me in a hug.

My face was mashed against his shoulder, his grip was too tight, my back was sore where his hand touched a spot near the burn.  There was also that mess of awkwardness from when I’d confessed my feelings for him, that now seemed so minor and distant compared to everything that was going on.

It’s a hug. Just… appreciate it for what it is and what it means.

“We’ll get through this.”

“No,” I said, pulling away,  “Not like this, we won’t.  We fight them every time they come, we’re going to be worn out, exhausted from always being on our guard, and if these past fights have been any indication, we won’t make it through eight rounds of this.”

She’s right. Maybe they should try to do what they can to end this early.

I think killing Jack would do that and break up the Nine, but I’m not sure if that’s necessarily a good thing. It would leave the remaining psychopaths unchecked in Brockton Bay.

“The way you phrase that, you don’t sound like you did in the shower.”

What?

Am I forgetting something or is this something we haven’t heard of before now? Did… did she sing in the shower without realizing he was there to hear it?

I shook my head.  “No.  Because I’ve realized Jack wants us to focus on each of his people, one by one, because he knows it’s going to play out like it has so far, and that we won’t make it through eight rounds of this.

Okay, I guess not.

Shower…?

Anyway, as for what she’s actually saying, I suppose she has a point. This is all distracting from their original plan, which could still work.

Shogi.

Let’s change that dynamic.  We take out testers before they get their turn.  We go on the offensive.”

I suppose it would give them a bit of an element of surprise.

Also, I think Imp would like this.

Had Jack calculated things so everything would play out the way he wanted, like Mannequin was?

Oh sure, that sounds like something he’d do.

Grue appeared at the top of the stairs.  “Bitch isn’t replying.  We should go look for her.”

Uh-oh.

“Okay.”

“You okay?” Grue asked.

“Pissed.”

“But otherwise okay?”

“I’ll try.  My reserves are low.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop them.”

It’s okay. You tried.

Grue got his phone out while Genesis retreated back to her bunk.  I made my way upstairs to curl up in the armchair.

The bed strikes me as a much more comfortable place to curl up, but to each their own.

So many dead because I couldn’t save them.  I felt doubly guilty because my reasons for regretting their deaths were partially selfish.  It was a deathblow to my plans to seize my territory, earning Coil’s respect and make inroads into saving Dinah, one way or another.

Things are not going great, no.

I took off my mask and let it drop to the ground.  My costume, I saw, was in tatters where it had burned.

Repairing this ain’t a quick job, either.

Our enemies were good, they were smart.  Mannequin had been toying with us, and we’d taken that advantage and beat him to the ground with it.  But every action was calculated.  Cherish was informing them, Shatterbird was apparently smart in other ways, and Jack was the brains of the operation.

At least it’s looking like Cherish might be down with messing things up for the Nine in some way, depending on the terms of her deal. As the informant, she’s quite important given the “knowledge is power” theme.

Shatterbird is smart, sure, but she’s arrogant. That arrogance is likely to be her downfall.

“What happened?” I asked Genesis, trying not to look at Grue.

She glanced between the two of us.  “Realized Mannequin was using a gas, got a form together to fight that and occupy him, like you recommended, but he wasn’t there when I reformed.  Burnscar was.”

Yeeeah. She kind of took everyone by surprise.

“Mannequin forfeited his turn.  Burnscar went up next,” I explained.

“Ah.”

“You manage to stop her?”  Grue asked.

I doubt it. Chase her away, maybe, but not stop her.

“No.  I wasn’t prepared to fight her, but she couldn’t really hurt me either.  She left.”

Ah, a stalemate.

“Can you get a body together to fight the fires?” I asked, hugging my arms against my chest.

Maybe one that spits large amounts of water?