“Damn it, Venesa, this isn’t a game. When I say to make it seem like an overdose, you make it seem like an overdose.” A jab of shame hits me, right in that space inside where I ache for his approval. “I know that, I just…” My words trail off because what’s the point of wasting breath trying to explain something that shouldn’t need an explanation? I did what he asked me to do, and that should be the end of it. Clearly, he doesn’t agree, and unfortunately for me, I do still give a damn about his approval. It’s all I give a damn about, if I’m being honest with myself.
interesting that this story starts with the Ursula stand-in being the henchman for the Triton stand-in, and for her to crave his approval
