They don’t need me. Eden doesn’t need me. She was incredible up against Alastair, deft and clever. Humbling herself to salvage my shitshow. I knew she was smart, but watching her fox her way out of the box we were in was impressive as hell. She’s a good judge of character. She knew I wasn’t making the right call with the prisoners, so she fixed it herself. She knew I was furious about it, and she didn’t trust how I’d react enough to speak up. She knew I was lacking, just like my father did.
