“We’re glad to have you, whatever your reasons,” Tattletale said.

“Thanks,” I told her.

:>

I looked at Grue.  “You okay?”

“I’m getting annoyed that people keep asking that,” he spoke.

But otherwise okay?

“Don’t be a dick,” Tattletale replied.  “She’s asking because she cares.  We’re asking because we care.  And you know that if it was one of us that went through what you did, you’d want to make sure we were in the right headspace to go up against the Nine.” 

Yeah, true. But hey, at least he’s honest about getting annoyed at it.

Grue sighed, but he didn’t respond.

“You’d tell us if you weren’t feeling right, yeah?”  Tattletale asked.

“If I had any idea what I felt, and it wasn’t good, yeah.”

Fair enough. I’m sure you can sort it out with a bit of time and compassion. 🙂

Tattletale turned her head at that.  “I thought you’d be proud.”

Yeah, no, that’s not how Taylor functions. She considered the first Mannequin fight a draw at best because there were a couple people she failed to save.

I shook my head.

“I only heard secondhand, so I didn’t get the full story, but you stabbed Leviathan with Armsmaster’s weapon and distracted him from going after the civilians that were inside that shelter.”

That sounds like something that happened, yes.

“Don’t know how many I really saved.  He had a good thirty seconds to a minute to unload everything he had on the people in there, and we all saw how much damage he did to some of our toughest capes.”

True.

Tattletale nodded.

“I dunno.  I think of what happened back then, and I get this ugly feeling in my gut, like I did something wrong, or I didn’t try as hard as I could have because there was someone in that shelter who I sort of hate.  Hated?  I’m not sure if I should use past tense.”

Right. The mess with Mr. Gladly.

I still think Taylor’s hatred of him is harsher than is really justified, but that’s not unbelievable. Especially when he’s a person she already somewhat disliked in an environment soured by the Harpies.

“One of your bullies?”  She asked.

“Teacher.  I think that when I left the Undersiders, I guess I was thinking of considering becoming a hero or something.  But with what happened at that shelter, I almost feel like it was the turning point.  It was the first time I did anything that someone else could point to and call it heroic, and somehow I can’t find it in myself to be proud about it.

It’s not the only time that’s happened since, either.

And it’s like, that dream of being a hero that I always had just kind of faded away in the face of reality.”

Damn if that sentence isn’t a summary of Taylor’s entire arc so far.

“Three places nearby they could have gone,” Tattletale said.  “Two that fit with the direction they were running.  The shelter underneath the central library, and the one near where Scion confronted Leviathan.”

My money’s on the last one. I’m pretty sure that’s the one Leviathan went to, and Taylor returning there now is too good to pass up.

“I remember that one,” I replied.  We were walking at a brisk pace around the perimeter of the bomb site.

Yeah, I’d imagine she does. You don’t forget where you tore an Endbringer a new asshole easily. And this is Taylor, so I’m guessing she blames herself for at least some of the deaths in there.

The area to our left still burned, and Sundancer was in the lead, clearing away the worst of the fires ahead of us.  I was walking with Tattletale and Grue, Atlas following behind us.  The others rode the dogs behind me.

Nice.

“If we’re going to check those locations, then…” Tattletale trailed off.

“If I had a preference, I’d rather we check the library first.  Bad associations with the other spot.”

Those bad associations are exactly why that’s where they’re going to be.

(If the opposite were to be true, that the library one was going to be the right one because Wildbow didn’t want to involve the bad associations for some reason (hypothetical Wildbow, are you feeling alright?), there wouldn’t be much point in making the bad place one of the options in the first place.)