Later she would commiserate and I would fume, but while it was happening, it was near impossible to contest. The mother-body births, and breastfeeds, and turns to me in the aching night and says this: the Medusa? He grabbed my hand and moved it to his chest before I could alight on the bridge of his nose. It wrote trauma in short and staggering sentences out, get it out as if narrative could save it from a fat-laden and static decline. She was 22 and then 23—there was nothing planned about me.
I disagree with you about Quinn's betrayal. She knew that Sylvia Plath had placed her head, so carefully on its pillow, in that gas filled place. Oh yes for my two playthroughs I went "rawr smash" the first time and then went into careful consideration the 2nd time Spoiler I COULD kill Grathan's son like a good drone and did the first time. In many ways, for a lot of encounters, our characters just seem to be there because we brought them along.