Her punch knocked me off my feet and sent my glasses flying off my face to land in the water somewhere nearby.
Ahahahaha

This sounds about right, yes.
Her punch knocked me off my feet and sent my glasses flying off my face to land in the water somewhere nearby.
Ahahahaha

This sounds about right, yes.
I should probably take a look at what Taylor’s narration has to say about this. And Rachel’s reaction.
But does Taylor mean anything deeper by it?
Like, she’s long been much more set on befriending Rachel than I think Rachel has deserved, even with Rachel’s special limitations in mind. Does this seemingly impulsive course of action speak to any deeper reason for that?
If nothing else, it ought to leave Rachel too confused to act for a moment?
Well that’s certainly a thing Taylor just did.
“No way I could like someone like you.” The words were like the twist of a knife. Hostility and aggression combined with pure, petty malice.
Sounds about right, mostly.
“Just going by looks, when you can’t see half my face?” I asked. Without breaking eye contact, I reached up and pulled down the lower half of my mask. “You don’t recognize me?”
I think it was more about behavior.
She didn’t glance away from my eyes. “No. Now move. I will order them to attack.”
She would. She could.
Only question, really, is why hasn’t she already?
I leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on her lips.
…
what.
She advanced closer. Sirius growled again, and she held one hand out to stop him.
So glad they still listen to her. This would be a disaster if the dogs were on a rampage.
Yeah, damn.
Especially considering Bentley won’t shrink until Rachel makes him.
I supposed the miasma was slower to affect them, given their mass, or the vectors it affected weren’t present or as predominant in dogs.
Makes sense.
She stepped close, until her nose was an inch from mine. She stared unflinching into my eyes. I met her gaze with that same unforgiving hardness.
Oh, oops. I’ve kinda been assuming she was on the back of one of the doggos.
Staring contest! 👀
“You think I’m attached to you?”
Pfft. I like this wording. It makes “attached to” sound like you could replace it with “attracted to” or “in love with”.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t ship it, but I like how that sounds. If it’s intentional, it’s even a pretty good way of subtly illustrating how much a simple emotional attachment to another human means to Rachel.
This again. This situation seemed to be highlighting the worst parts of people and twisting others. Amy’s paranoia, Legend’s battle instincts, Bitch’s antisocial tendencies, and my… whatever it was, that led to me trusting Jack.
Loneliness, desire for friendship and more?
“Yeah. I’m making that assumption,” I told her.
“Fuck you.”
I mean, negative emotional attachments are a thing too…
She advanced, and I stayed put. Sirius growled.
“I’m not your enemy,” I said.
Firmness.
“We’ll attack you.”
“If you do, maybe the cure will get transmitted to your dog, and then to you.”
“You’re not that stupid.”
And how do you know that?
I shook my head. “Not really. But I don’t think you’ll attack me, either.”
Callin’ the two-ton inside-out hellhound-shaped bluff!
Not that I was positive she would stop him if he attacked. As much as she felt like she’d feel more secure on her own, Bitch might well decide she could resolve this situation by killing anyone who threatened her.
That’d be nasty business.
It wasn’t that she was the murdering type, but she didn’t have the innate sympathy for her fellow humans. She cared as little about murdering us as I might feel about killing two dogs if I felt like my life was on the line.
Don’t hurt the doggos!
I’d been in a similar headspace, trying to figure out who was friendly and who wasn’t. Jack had been more on the ball than I, and I’d fallen for his ploy. I’d deal with the guilt over what that might mean at a later point.
Hey, at least their ploy led to you too finding out where Amy was. You couldn’t have done that anywhere near as easily if not for the two of them telling you about Coil.
“A little while ago, we spent some time in one of your shelters. I’m guessing you don’t remember who, but you remember chilling out and eating Greek food with someone?”
Nom nom.
“You could have found that out through someone else.”
“I know. That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just wanting you to think about that feeling. I’d like to think we got along, as far as people like you and people like me can get along with others.”
Sure, in that chapter.
“Doesn’t mean anything to me now.”
“Okay.” I let my arms drop to my sides.
“That’s it? That’s your argument?”
I think Taylor is making a point here of not trying to argue too much.
“I don’t really have much better. I know that if I tried to convince you using logic and a well worded argument, you’d feel like I was being manipulative. All I can say is that we had a good time then, we were friendly. I know we parted ways some time after that, but I’d really like to get back to that point. So I’m appealing to that emotional attachment, I guess.”
It is how Jack and Bonesaw convinced Taylor.
Could the Bentley Taylor saw earlier be a fake made by Bonesaw to sell their excuse for how they got down?