“And I wouldn’t say anything,” she finished my thought.

Naturally.

“Right.  You’d keep your mouth shut.  Because if you did start discussing stuff you shouldn’t know?  Those soldiers, the hackers, the plants we have with police and FBI and government?  My psychic friend over there?  They’d find you.”

Yeah, definitely.

I don’t think Coil having plants in the police, FBI and government has been mentioned before, but it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if that’s true.

I could see her clutch her pants leg a little tighter.

Better keep your mouth as shut as that hand.

“And believe me, Charlotte, I don’t want to hurt you.  But it would be out of my hands.  I’m not the top dog here.  The person in charge?  They would handle things after that.  Understand?  They would handle you.”

Taylor is… remarkably good at doing intimidating talk in the same paragraph as insisting genuinely that she doesn’t want someone hurt.

“I’m not saying anything.  Really.”

“I know.  And I know you wouldn’t say anything even hinting at what you know, unless it was to a therapist and you were absolutely sure it was confidential.  That’s what I’m proposing.”

Hm, are you saying that particular scenario would be fine, or that that’s a sort of situation you want to avoid because you don’t think there’s a risk of Charlotte blabbing to anyone else? It’s a little unclear.

Incidentally, I know a really good Miraculous Ladybug fanfic that among other things involves a superhero-turned-antihero going to therapy and eventually revealing his secret to the therapist.