“But…” Miss Militia hesitated. “In light of revelations over this past month, keeping recent events in mind, and perhaps because we have more of an insight into who you are, Taylor Hebert, I think we might be more open to more discussion than we were.”
“Who’s we?”
“The Protectorate, the Wards.”
“The PRT?”
Miss Militia shook her head.
It wouldn’t be enough if the PRT wasn’t on board.
—Worm: Imago 21.5
I smiled beneath my mask as I looked at them. My friends. My family.
I had to think that Dinah was wrong. That I had fallen into an edge case where her power broke down, either by interacting with Accord, or with Tattletale, or by becoming the Butcher. I had followed her advice, and now I was a killer; with the memories of hundreds of murders that I hadn't committed, and with instincts that might one day force me to commit a few dozen more. I was no longer, to put it bluntly, the sort of person that the PRT negotiated with.
—The Butcher's Bill: 1.3.3