There’s an awkward silence as the two walk down the hall, no one daring to speak. This, unfortunately, gives Charlotte time to ruminate.
She’s found her cheesecake, hell, she’s gone above and beyond, she’s married her. Sparrow, her Cheesecake, the one who saved her from wasting away on that island for all of eternity.
And she won’t let her go. She’s been abandoned far too many times, too many have made promises to save her, too many have left her to die.
She appreciates Fusion, and finds her quite charming. Yet there’s a rotten part of her that aches with jealousy, watching how those two look at each other, and that part of herself disgusts her. If that corpse gets between her and her cheesecake, or any of her wives, maybe she should be shown why she must be scared
Disgusted by that thought, she shoves it to the back of her mind, and picks up the pace to match Perla’s.
There’s bigger fish to fry, after all. Flosphora has a phone call to make.