She watches Clarisse start to eat again, thinking hard, and then she says, "You don't have to."
It's not like she can jump straight into being friends with Clarisse but she shouldn't have to walk around the Gallows avoiding Abby either. When she thinks about what it would be like if the roles were reversed — if, say, Benedict had forgotten all about her and was acting like he'd never seen her before in his life — she realises she'd be totally miserable, more than a little angry. It would be awful.
"Maybe that's what they want." She's spitballing now, hear her out. "The Venatori, I mean. We nearly stopped you guys from coming back in here — that's Riftwatch, what, five people down?" They're not very big, is the thing.
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She watches Clarisse start to eat again, thinking hard, and then she says, "You don't have to."
It's not like she can jump straight into being friends with Clarisse but she shouldn't have to walk around the Gallows avoiding Abby either. When she thinks about what it would be like if the roles were reversed — if, say, Benedict had forgotten all about her and was acting like he'd never seen her before in his life — she realises she'd be totally miserable, more than a little angry. It would be awful.
"Maybe that's what they want." She's spitballing now, hear her out. "The Venatori, I mean. We nearly stopped you guys from coming back in here — that's Riftwatch, what, five people down?" They're not very big, is the thing.