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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"She was never a villain, though," he said. This time he sounded more definite. "She saved the city every time. She was a hero." And so was he. She wanted to yell that at him, but it wouldn't lead anywhere good. So instead she breathed in through her nose and tried, "How⊠do you feel about all this?" "I'm still angry," he said. She looked up at him in sheer surprise. But he was kind of smiling lopsidedly, and didn't look angry. "I'm angry at her. At Nathalie too. I'm angry at Dad for being exactly as horrible as I thought he was right before he died. I'm angry at myself for trusting him. At all." Just for a moment, he seemed to choke. "I guess I'm also angry with that guy who pushed me and everyone else who's being jerks, but⊠I donât want to keep all that going. I'd rather move on. People will stop being jerks eventually. If I just keep ignoring them, it'll be fine in the end." "That's not fair at all," said ZoĂ©. "That's cruel." "I know."
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