[ private | written ]
What are you doing, Kate?
Things keep regressing. The people, the world here, what we know about anything. Reminds me of the things I think about almost everyday, and right now, there's no one I can completely trust in this place. Not Stephanie, not Mal, not Charlie -- and if I ever had even an ounce of trust in Damian, it's gone.
I couldn't protect Tobias. Between Slenderman, Riful, those First Gens, Two-Face and now Thomas Elliot, I haven't been fulfilling my duties. No wonder Allen snapped like that back then; he had every damn right. Like chickens with our heads cut off.
If this was Elliot's plan all along -- [ the thought goes unfinished, but it's an insulting one, to say the least. ]
[ corporal maladict & clark kent ]
[ in spite of certain feelings and doubts, who else can she turn to? her voice is heavily laden with exhaustion. ]
I need a word.
[ stephanie brown ]
We need to talk.