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And then Dot was gone, with a vague promise and a vacant look. Jae hadn't wanted her to leave, not like that. Really, he had wanted her to stay and fight so that he could ask her who the hell she thought she was, yell at her, demand just what the hell she had ever done that gave her the right to criticize. Had she tried to save Asha? Had Dorothy held her while she died? Fuck her. She didn't get to decide that anything Jae did in the frenzy of anger and grief was worse than standing there uselessly while your friend gave her life for you.

He had stood as Dorothy fled, intending to fire back at whatever retort she had, but instead he was just left with impotent rage and no good target. He kicked out at the chair in frustration, succeeding in nothing except scooting it a few inches and making his toes sting.

Cass's interjection was a surprise; Jae had expected her to continue in much the same fashion as he could figure she always had. He had a brief flash of her back on the roof, cringing away from Vanessa's yelling and laughter. He opened his mouth, found that he had no response, and snapped his jaw shut again with an audible sound.

She was right. Dorothy was obviously not competent enough to try taking down a killer, if Alessio was even in the same place she had left him. She'd probably just end up another notch in his belt. Was Jae really going to let her just run off and do that? Even if he didn't much care what happened to her at this point, there was still Alessio to deal with.

"No," he said firmly, grabbing his bag and opening it again to retrieve ammo for the crossbow. With movement that he was becoming adept at, the bolt slid into place. "I'm not."
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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