Cause she knows about logic.
SILENCE, NINA! LOGIC MATTERS NOT TO ME, FOR I AM AWESOME!!! (is what Carol should have said, or something along those lines. Also, HAIL KING STEVE!!! Sorry, I had to say that.)
Carol’s petard is apparently the self-hoisting kind.
She’s reminding me uncomfortably of Akane right now…
This is unfortunately a managerial style I am all too familiar with.
The children of the corn reach out to you, aware of your pains. Join us, they whisper, join us and never feel this way again. We love you. We always have loved you. We always will love you. Their hands try to grasp your shirt, but slip off. Then, they are gone. Their promises are nothing more than fading whispers on the autumnal wind. They are gone.
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