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Who is this sassy lost child
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Al left, and that was good. Of course it was. No more murderers in their midst, and now he had been disarmed too.

But Raina was still choked with shock and anger and grief so strong that she could hardly breathe. She remembered Jasper. She remembered his face just before she had turned and bolted, before the gunshots sounded behind her. She remembered Kiziah, and how she had been so vibrant and alive just a day earlier.

She was sure that Penelope had to remember them too, and everyone else they had lost. Ben. Couldn't Penelope remember Ben's face? Was she so set on her principles that she could so easily write him off?

Raina wanted to ask, but she was shaking and her throat was tight. She took a few steps towards the cafeteria's table, with its confused mess of inscriptions, and sat down heavily.

"If you want to leave, then... go on, I guess. Do whatever you want," she said to Lili, her voice sounding faint. "Better you with those weapons than him." It would have been nice to have the weapons. Strategic. But Raina didn't really want them. She didn't want to lay her hands on the gun that had killed Kiziah and who knew how many others.

She wanted to slap Penelope silly for even thinking to suggest that they could keep Alessio around for what he had done.

"Your plan isn't going to work either," she said finally, looking at the wall and not at Penny. "Not like that. I'm not martyring myself for someone like that, and I thought you were smart enough that you wouldn't either." Maybe Penelope had been once, but she was blinded by her own morals and her dream of sticking it to the terrorists now. They were so similar.

So why did it feel like they were drifting further and further apart?
"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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