She boards the train, mind scraped raw, and considers that she might not want to know what Harvey has to say. Giving the White Spider a face will defang him, Cora knows this. But maybe she wants this monster to have teeth, wants it to be some intangible, hungry darkness that can swallow all her rage like a black hole. She doesn’t want him to have a name, a job, a wife that he holds with the same hands he uses to gut Asian girls like fish.
