Cassie scowled. “And how many other Littles have those Amazons mind fucked and thrown in a playpen? When is Beouf gonna look at one of her prisoners and go, ‘maybe this is an adult that I should treat with respect?’” I got quiet. “You’re not a teacher, Clark. You’re their feel good exception that proves the rule. You’re a collaborator. You’re a Helper.”
I stepped back. The tears stopped for a second, but only because I was so angry. “Wow,” I said. “That hurt. Alot.”
My wife was out of tears, too. “Yeah? Well it hurts me being worried that every day you leave for work you might not come back. Or that if you do, it’s because you’re in a stroller and some giant wants a matching set.”