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Who is this sassy lost child
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"...Jesus fuck, Dot."

Emma was pissed, Emma was unpredictable, and Emma was a threat that Jae and Dorothy both should have been paying a bit more attention to, but it was hard to focus on that when Dorothy just casually admitted that she had cut Isabel's head off.

Jae was torn between being unnerved and disgusted and thinking that it was kind of metal.

He inhaled sharply through his nose and shot a glance at Emma when Dorothy inquired after Lily, and kept his eyes on her as he grasped the staff in his good hand and used it to slowly lever himself to his feet. He wasn't sure if he meant it as a challenge.

"Isabel's little helper," he said flatly. "You remember. She was there when they killed Asha." Exaggerating Lily's role in that, maybe. Implying that she had been a more active participant. But she hadn't made a move to stop it, had dedicated herself to being Isabel's shadow and wading through the blood left in her wake, and so Lily was guilty.

Jae kept his gaze steadily on Emma now. He might blink, but he wouldn't look away and hide from this.

He thought that he would probably be able to shoot her before she got to him if she decided to attack.
"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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