“Good girl,” he says softly. “Good girl.”
It’s all I hear him say before I black out.
KENJI
We both stare at the bloody scene a moment longer before Warner suddenly straightens and heads out the door. I tuck my gun into the waistband of my pants and chase after him, remembering to close the door behind us. I don’t want those scorpions getting loose.
“Hey,” I say, catching up to him. “Where are you going?”
“To find Castle.”
“Cool. Okay. But do you think that maybe next time, instead of just, you know, leaving without a word, you could tell me what the hell is going on? I don’t like chasing after you like this. It’s demeaning.”
“That sounds like a personal problem.”
“Yeah but I thought personal problems were your area of expertise,” I say. “You’ve got what, at least a few thousand personal problems, right? Or was it a few million?”
Warner shoots me a dark look. “You’d do well to address your own mental turbulence before criticizing mine.”
“Uh, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that a rabid dog could sniff out your desperate, broken state. You’re in no position to judge me.”
“Excuse me?”
“You lie to yourself, Kishimoto. You hide your true feelings behind a thin veneer, playing the clown, when all the while you’re amassing emotional detritus you refuse to examine. At least I do not hide from myself. I know where my faults lie and I accept them. But you,” he says. “Perhaps you should seek help.”
My eyes widen to the point of pain, my head whipping back and forth between him and the path in front of me. “You have got to be kidding me right now.You’retellingmeto get help with my issues? What is happening?” I look up at the sky. “Am I dead? Is this hell?”
“I want to know what’s happening with you and Castle.”
I’m so surprised I briefly stop in place.
“What?” I blink at him. Still confused. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing wrong with me and Castle.”
“You’ve been more profane in the last several weeks than in the entire time I’ve known you. Something is wrong.”
“I’m stressed,” I say, feeling myself bristle. “Sometimes I swear when I’m stressed.”
He shakes his head. “This is different. You’re experiencing an unusual amount of stress, even for you.”
“Wow.” My eyebrows fly up. “I really hope you didn’t bother using your”—I make air quotes—“supernatural ability to sense emotions”—I drop the air quotes—“to figure that one out. Obviously I’m extra stressed out right now. The world is on fucking fire. The list of things stressing me out is so long I can’t even keep track. We’re up to our necks in shit. J is gone. Adam defected. Nazeera’s been shot. You’ve had your head so far up your own ass I thought you’d never emerge—”
He tries to cut me off but I keep talking.
“—and literally five minutes ago,” I say, “someone from the Sanctuary—ha, hilarious, horrible name—just tried to kill you, and I killed her for it.Five minutes ago.So yeah, I think I’m experiencing an unusual amount of stress right now, genius.”
Warner dismisses my speech with a single shake of his head. “Your use of profanity increases exponentially when you’re irritated with Castle. Your language appears to be directly connected to your relationship with him. Why?”
I try not to roll my eyes. “Not that this information is actually relevant, but Castle and I struck a deal a few years ago. He thought that my”—I make more air quotes— “overreliance on profanity was inhibiting my ability to express my emotions in a constructive manner.”
“So you promised him you’d tone down your language.”
“Yeah.”
“I see. It seems you’ve reneged on the terms of that arrangement.”
“Why do you care?” I ask. “Why are we even talking about this? Why are we losing sight of the fact that we were just attacked by someone frominsideof the Sanctuary? We need to find Sam and Nouria and find out who this girl was, because she was clearly from this camp, and they should know th—”
