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However ominous the giant statues were, they didn’t react to our passing.  The exit was small, barely three feet across.  If Lisa hadn’t given me her reasoning, I wasn’t sure I would have had the guts to go through.

Yeah, that would be fair.

Also, I guess the shop doesn’t need to have a back door or emergency exit. Leviathan might’ve made one for them.

It was spooky to think about putting myself in a smaller space like the store interior and having it close tight behind me.

This whole situation reminds me of the Undersiders’ exit in Parasite.

Also, I think this is the first we’ve seen of Taylor being uncomfortable with a smaller space, and though I think this is a fair, rational concern under these circumstances, it does remind me of a recent comment of mine (that I can’t seem to find, please let me know if you do): I wouldn’t be surprised if Taylor turned out to be claustrophobic, given the nature of her trigger event.

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“Yeah,” she replied, lying.  “You learn to deal with it.”

Dealing with a phobia tends to be harder than it sounds, and I’d imagine agoraphobia is one of the worse ones.

She hated lying to him, but that was outweighed by how much she hated the idea of him changing how he interacted with her when he found out what she really was.  To Armsmaster, the Guild and the rest of the PRT, Dragon was a woman from Newfoundland who had moved to Vancouver after Leviathan had attacked.

Some truth to that, if you treat her as a real person. Which is a topic I’ll get back to in response to some of the asks I’ve received.

The story was that she had entered her apartment and had never left.

So then the official story, at least as far as it is given to the PRT, acknowledges the mechs not containing her in the flesh that she doesn’t have? I suppose it’s reasonable to inform those working with her about that.

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Brian folded his arms.  “Is your pride or stubbornness worth getting those dogs hurt?”

Well, he knows where to hit. Rachel might not care if she gets hurt, but if her dogs do?

She scowled and looked down at the dogs.

“The thing they said about the hotdogs,” I spoke, quiet, “About poisoning your dogs.  You couldn’t stop them unless you were here twenty-four seven, and maybe not even then.”

“It’s cowardly,” Bitch spat the words.

Do you mean the hot dog thing, or leaving?

Probably the latter.

“They’re cowards,” I told her.  “Pretty much the definition of anyone who joins a hate group.

Get dunked on, ya hate-filled bastards.

It’s true! They’re cowards who fear and hate things that aren’t actual threats and seek the support of others with the same fear and hate. Yoda might have a thing or two to say about this.

In other news I suddenly understand why some forms of this fear carries labels ending in -phobia. I don’t like it any more than I already did, though – a true phobia is an anxiety disorder and as a former insectophobiac, I would rather not have it be equated to the kind of hate you see from islamophobes and the like.

But even if they did take a more direct approach, would you be able to handle it?  Could you deal if twenty people showed up with guns?  Or if Night and Fog dropped by at three in the morning, when it was just you and these guys?”

RIP Rachel.

Also, looks like Taylor’s cautious side won out.