I think regarding being friends with bad persons, way more interesting than Tattletale is Regent, who is a rapist and murderer but tries to be a better person with varying success due being emotionally dead inside. Taylor herself thought about that in 14.1 … for like 5 seconds. What is your opinion?

While I don’t mean to excuse his past actions, I think it counts for a lot if he actually wants to and tries to be better. Intent matters, and if he intends to be better and does what he can to follow through on that, that’s a good thing. It doesn’t erase his past actions, and it’s very unfortunate how blasé he is about them, but it does make him much more sympathetic than he would otherwise be.

Also, the point about this topic having already come up earlier in the Arc is a good one. Now that that’s been pointed out, I think we might have an Arc theme going here, and I suspect it’s going to come up again when we learn about the Travelers and the 325.

“You’re really one to talk, Cherie.  You’ve done what I’ve done, many times over.”

Ah, yeah, I suppose she would. Doesn’t excuse his actions, though.

“I’m not pretending anything.  I am what I am, I don’t put on a facade,” Cherish retorted.

Are you implying that Alec does?

“That’s a blatant lie.  If you showed your true nature to the world at large, your face would be too ugly to look at.”

Shallow Hal would be so out of there if he saw you on the street. His dick would go so flaccid it’d loop in on itself and rival what the dork over her did to Lung.”

Ouch,” Cherish layered on the sarcasm.  “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do.  You’re delaying me, so I have less time to work with.  Why don’t I get started?  Let’s talk about your first kill?

She’s not exactly hurrying things along, herself.

Gang member, a kid.  You used him to kill his boss.  His older brother, in fact.  Because daddy wanted you to.  Then dad ordered you to kill him.  But you didn’t make it fast, did you?  You made him stab himself with a fork, over and over, and over…”

Hm.

I wonder if some of that was intended as self-harm, letting himself feel a fraction of the pain of the fork stabbings in order to punish himself while looking like he was embracing his father’s orders?

“I wonder.  Rape culture is a funny thing.  People gloss over some pretty shitty, creepy, wrong behavior, little brother, when they know the person in question.

Ooh boy, here we go.

So she’s going for the body control sexytimes. I suppose it’s not a coincidence that Alec brought up his experiences with sharing his bed earlier.

But you raise the reality of what they’re doing, and it’s a whole lot harder to shrug it off.”

I guess she’s about to describe in detail the process his victims underwent, from their perspective?

Though she doesn’t have that much time if she intended to go on to the others.

Rape.  It was a loaded word, but Cherish was right.  She was a horrible person, to be sure, but she was right.  Did I really want to face what Regent had done, before we knew him?

Not really, and he himself acts like it’s no big deal, which spreads.

Ooh, I wonder if Cherish is going to bring up what he did to Sophia.

Rape.  Murder.  He’d said, this very morning, that he’d done what he did because he’d been young, but that was just an excuse.  The deeds were still done, the consequences very real.

The people are real. The cases are real. The rulings are final.

“But as far as bugs are concerned, at least, I figure anything goes.” but… what about bug rape?

(I’m assuming you mean bugs raping other bugs or Taylor forcing bugs to procreate, rather than raping a human using bugs. Which is a very disturbing concept that did cross my mind during that scene.)

Judging by Taylor’s overall attitude towards bugs and their lives, I think she’s including that too under “anything goes”, only considering human rape in her response to Charlotte. Taylor seems to have no qualms with deliberately sending bugs to their deaths or ordering her subordinates to kill a bug, and she already said she’s breeding them (though she doesn’t seem to be using her power to accelerate that, so maybe she does concider mind-control rape worse than mind-control murder even when it’s bugs). She is, quite literally, not the type that “wouldn’t hurt a fly”.

(Incidentally, I am.)

We also saw a similar attitude towards the rats. Taylor just directed her swarm to perform a thorough local rat genocide, showing absolutely no mercy or compassion for the rats. And yes, there is a profession for people who do this kind of thing, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less disturbing when they do it.

“So there’s no right or wrong?  People and animals should do whatever?”

That’s an easy conclusion to come to based on what Taylor just said, but I think you’re thinking on the wrong axis of the D&D alignment chart. No rules doesn’t necessarily mean no accounting for good vs evil, altruism vs malice.

“No, there’s always going to be consequences.  Believe me when I say I know about that.  But I do think there’s always going to be extenuating circumstances, where a lot of things we normally assume are wrong become excusable.”

I see.

This is really helping to sell Taylor’s descent into villainy. And the idea that the things are not so much “not wrong” as “can be excusable” ties in perfectly with an aspect of Taylor’s personality I’ve been pointing out ever since Agitation: She’s always had a penchant for rationalizing her actions and treating them as fine as long as she has something she can claim as a “good reason”.

“Like rape?  Are you going to tell me there’s a situation where rape is okay?”  Charlotte asked.  I would have thought I’d touched on a hot subject if her voice wasn’t so level.

Charlotte bringing out the big guns. But yeah, it’s a good question.

Be careful when you talk in absolutes like “always”, Taylor.

I shook my head.  “No.  I know some things are never excusable.”

Good 🙂

“What’s up?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m excellent.”

That is good to hear 🙂

But what prompted him to ask?

“There’s a curfew during the state of emergency.  I don’t want to scare you too badly, miss, but there’re rape gangs, murderers and human traffickers on the street.

Oh! Well, that’s one point of “this isn’t Amy” negated, but it’s pretty clear by now that she isn’t. 😛

This is the first we’ve heard of this curfew that I can remember, unless Wildbow sneakily sent us into a flashback to Arc 5, but it makes sense with the state of Brockton Bay right now.

Especially since the Protectorate is aware of the Slaughterhouse’s presence. Even if the Wards’ suspicions in Arc 9 were dismissed as just that, the Slaughterhouse Nine have done enough in these Interludes that the PRT definitely knows they’re there by now, and would have a decent idea of it even if they didn’t have Brandish and Glory Girl as witnesses.

All people who would prey on a pretty young woman.”

That is true.

Bitch frowned.  Words that sounded nice, but that was all they were.  Just words.

And we’re back to that phrase.

So you don’t believe her? Freedom, oh, freedom, well that’s just some people talkin’?

(Your priiison is walkin’ through, this world all alone.)

“I’m going to give you two presents, Bitch,” Siberian whispered.  “One will be waiting for you when you go back to your… what do you call it?”

Her base?

It’s not gone, is it, as a misguided gift of freedom?

Bitch didn’t answer.

“Let’s call it your den.  I like that.”

I mean, that works.

Siberian closed the distance to Bitch with a surprising speed, her steps less controlled, carrying her long distances forward as she zig-zagged over the flooded street.  Before Bitch could react, or before the dogs could step in, she was next to Bitch, stopping.

Hi.

Siberian put a hand on her collarbone.  Bitch was lifted into the air and pushed down into the water, soaked, landing hard enough that the air was forced out of her lungs.

Oof.

Sounds like Siberian is strong too.

Hm… I wonder if the rigidity is in part due to being far heavier than she should be, to match the mass of a tiger? That and a tiger’s grip.

As she struggled to breathe, Siberian whispered, “The second gift is special, a treasure for a kindred spirit.”

I’m still not sure this isn’t going to be a kiss.

Bitch coughed, struggled, but she couldn’t move the hand.

“As of this moment, you’re the only one to hear me speak and live afterwards.”

Huh, neat. That would explain why she’s on record as not speaking.

Wait. Is the doggo shooter still alive and conscious, or did Siberian’s eye-poking kill him somehow? Because if so, then he’s currently among those who have heard her.

She kissed Bitch on the forehead, like a mother would with a child.

I knew it.

I knew there’d be a kiss at some point. Though I was picturing it as being on the mouth, to Rachel’s surprise, but this counts.

Bitch tried to twist away, and only succeeded in getting water in her eyes and nose.  She sputtered as she struggled to draw air into her empty lungs.

Careful, Siberian. Much longer now and that last thing you said could turn into a lie.

Although I guess she did say “as of this moment”, like it could change in the future. But trying to recruit a kindred spirit and then murdering them for no reason makes no sense.

Is this perhaps a preliminary test? To see if Rachel can get out of this herself?

When she could see again, Siberian was gone.  Her dogs were looking up at a nearby rooftop.

Oh, okay.

See ya!

As I was saying about Lisa taking risks on others’ behalf… the escorts might actually be more danger in their own right than they’re worth, particularly Senegal. Eesh. Let’s hope he doesn’t lean into the role of “Taylor’s boyfriend” too much.

Or, worse, I could imagine that some were moving in and keeping the residents around for their own amusement.  It was not a pleasant thought.  The kind of people who had gravitated towards the Merchants tended to have a lot of resentment.  

Oh boy.

Specifically, they had resentment towards people who had what they didn’t.  If they happened upon a family with Kate the soccer mom, Tommy, the kid with more video games than teeth, and Joe the blue-collar worker with a steady job?  If they weren’t letting them go?  I was guessing that hypothetical family would be in for a hell of a rough time.

Yeeeeah that doesn’t sound pleasant.

It might have sounded silly, that line of speculation, but I’d spent time in the shelters.  I’d heard about how vicious and depraved the Merchants were getting.

They were depraved to begin with, too. There is nothing good about this.

It fit their modus operandi.  They had been bums, drunks and addicts, looked down on others, before Leviathan came.  In the wake of what Leviathan had done to the city, leaving everything in shambles, with social services gone or in chaos and even basic utilities in short supply, everyone else had been brought down to their level.

…which would be why they had a membership boost. I see.

The Merchants were even, I suspected, thriving.

Yeah, judging by what Piggot told us, that would be accurate.

With strength in numbers and virtually nothing holding them back, they had become like pack animals.  They roamed the city in bands of three to twenty, robbing, raping, pillaging and stealing.

Eesh.

They were settling in some of the better areas, the neighborhoods that still had power or water, and forcing the existing residents out.

I mean I get that many of them got the short straw, but that doesn’t justify stealing the long straws.