All of Ashley's records are all about preparing for Helen being there. There's just nothing in her that can believe that she won't find her there, and she'll need to know about the others being held there.
Or, you know, suddenly that is off the table and what the hell does this mean?
Standing there with a pen in her hand and a million questions running through her head. One of them stronger than the others and it only makes her hand tighten on the pen because seriously one word making her believe that he sold them out to the Cabal and she's going to see if she can literally put the pen through his neck.
Not that she wants to believe that. Her mom had let him back in, trusted him and believed he was there to help, and she can't handle it could be something else.
"If you..." She lets the words hang there even as she sinks back onto her heels, staring up at him. "Either you betrayed us, or someone else did. Got a guess on who?" As if putting that into his court might open up a few answers.
Because this idea that there's no answers really is not the one she needs, or wants.
"Good. If this is what I have to assume it is, good she's not here. Still not sure about the you being here part," she notes, settling her weight back on one foot, arms folding over her chest. "I mean, not suspicious at all, right? I don't remember a thing but the guy that transports me through space to make a point just happens to be looming around?"
Okay, so it's probably not fair attacking him because she's feeling angry and defensive. She let Henry down. She let her mom down. So why not lash out at the best available target? Least she stopped herself before putting a pen in his neck.
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Or, you know, suddenly that is off the table and what the hell does this mean?
Standing there with a pen in her hand and a million questions running through her head. One of them stronger than the others and it only makes her hand tighten on the pen because seriously one word making her believe that he sold them out to the Cabal and she's going to see if she can literally put the pen through his neck.
Not that she wants to believe that. Her mom had let him back in, trusted him and believed he was there to help, and she can't handle it could be something else.
"If you..." She lets the words hang there even as she sinks back onto her heels, staring up at him. "Either you betrayed us, or someone else did. Got a guess on who?" As if putting that into his court might open up a few answers.
Because this idea that there's no answers really is not the one she needs, or wants.
"Good. If this is what I have to assume it is, good she's not here. Still not sure about the you being here part," she notes, settling her weight back on one foot, arms folding over her chest. "I mean, not suspicious at all, right? I don't remember a thing but the guy that transports me through space to make a point just happens to be looming around?"
Okay, so it's probably not fair attacking him because she's feeling angry and defensive. She let Henry down. She let her mom down. So why not lash out at the best available target? Least she stopped herself before putting a pen in his neck.