I asked, “You’re saying this me isn’t the real me, that it’s a product of the crisis?”
“You? Hmm…” Mr. Calle paused.
“Her behavior after her arrest was remarkably in line with prior behavior,” Glenn commented. “Including the, as you describe it, poorly-timed murder of two very notable figures, after she was provoked. Essentially word for word what Miss Militia had put in her file.”
“Point conceded,” Mr. Calle said.
“I’m not sure that’s how I want to be defined,” I said.
“Take it for what it is,” Glenn said. “You’re very scary when angry. Perhaps… now is the time to be angry?”
“Being angry at Scion is like raging against a natural disaster,” I said. “It doesn’t understand. It doesn’t react. My screams are drowned out in the chaos.”
“You weren’t screaming when you attacked Alexandria,” Mr. Calle commented. “In fact, I remember you were very quiet.”
“If you’ve decided who you want to be,” Glenn said, “Accept all of it. The good, the bad, the ambiguous. Vulnerabilities and strengths. The anger, that’s part of it. The fear for people you care about, that’s a strength too. Doesn’t feel very good while you’re experiencing it, but it’s a well you can tap.”
“Right,” I said. I thought of Charlotte and the kids.
Fuck, I didn’t want to fail here, to let them lose what they were building.
“And with luck, knowing who you are means not having to waste time and effort on putting up a facade. Maybe that extra time and effort you have at your disposal will make the difference.”