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She hopes the Visser killed her. She hopes it was slow.
It’s cruel and vicious of her to wish that, but she doesn’t care.
It’s cruel and vicious, what was done to Tobias.
All the pain and terror Taylor made him endure- Rachel hopes the Visser made her feel it a hundred times over.
“Rachel…” She looks down, fingers pausing in their work carding through his hair. “I’m… I know you aren’t, but… I’m glad you didn’t do it.”
He doesn’t know how right he is.
Or maybe he does.
Rachel’s lips tighten until they’re just a thin slash across her face.
“I hope she rots in hell.” It’s the tamest thing Rachel can think of to say.
Tobias drags in a ragged breath and his shoulders tense.
For a moment, Rachel wonders if she’s said the wrong thing. If she’s triggered something.
But Tobias lets out his breath. “I hope she does too,” he whispers.
Rachel frowns.
Something about that feels wrong. Like Tobias shouldn’t be the one saying that.
She remembers what Tobias said- this is the Yeerk who lost a prisoner. Leave her to Visser Three.
At the time, she had felt cheated out of something. Victory or revenge. The two had merged until they were one goal within her.
But she let her go. For Tobias.
Rachel. Be Rachel. Not her.
His words.
And now she realizes that Visser Three offers a far sweeter retribution than she ever could.
She closes her eyes and tries to pretend that imagining the Sub-visser’s screams isn’t music to her ears.