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“I need a second,” said Penny with a huff.

[i]Jesus Christ, I don’t know what to do,[/i] thought Penny. This must’ve been the kind of pressure Britney had been feeling for who knows how long. She gave Britney a somber look. They’d been friends, then enemies, and now...well, rivals wasn’t the right word for it. Survivors, maybe, willing to put apart their bullshit differences to make it through this whole messed up situation. It frustrated Penny that Amethyst didn’t have that same mindset. She was so adamant on her ideas that it was easy to default to hating the woman. Plus, her smirking face didn’t help.

Penny looked down at the Mayor’s wrist, the blue of his sigil reflecting in her eyes. She couldn’t deny the fact that the idea of taking it was intriguing. He was dead. He had no use for it anymore. It could be useful—both the power to see the future, and to have his memories. So little was clear to Penny. It’d be nice to have some clarity. It could help them. It could save them. And maybe, deep, deep down, she wanted more power. They were weak. They needed it.

Yet, the Mayor’s words haunted her. He kept saying how he could do nothing about the future that he saw. Penny assumed he had just given up hope and what he really meant was that he wouldn’t do anything, but what if he literally could not doing anything? Like how her own gave her migraines, what if his abstraction had some weird rule, some weird drawback that prevented him from acting? It’d take her out of the game, and they couldn’t win with any less players. The others needed her as much as she needed them. It was risky. It could be a trap. She could turn into another Reese.

[i]Fuck this. I hate this. I hate this. I should’ve gone to the library.[/i] 

Penny truly thought an alliance was necessary. Every step of the way they had lost people, and the fights weren’t getting any less desperate. She didn’t trust Amethyst, but she couldn’t just keep pushing others away. If they found a way to work together, then maybe they could find a way to come to a compromise to save Britney—Penny wasn’t going to let her get executed like the Mayor. If everything that Britney had said about Amethyst was true, well, then they could deal with them after the Glutton. On second thought, if everything was true then the Watcher wouldn’t wait until their Glutton problem was over. Penny stared at the blood pooling on the Mayor’s lap. She looked at Amethyst, and then at Britney. Any decision she made felt like she was cutting her own throat.

So why drag it out any longer? Well, to try and get a message through, obviously. 

[i]Caelea,[/i] Penny sent out, [i]Lynette has glyphs near the door. If they try to hurt anyone, I need you to help me force them to it.[/i] 

“I made up my mind. Guess it’s time to stop pushing people away,” said Penny with a sigh. She turned to Britney and smiled sadly as she reached her hand towards the Mayor’s sigil. Then, with her hand a few inches over the sigil, she stopped and pulled away. She let out a little ashamed chuckle and squinted at Amethyst, “You know, I don’t think I deserve this one. We didn’t finish the job, so why should any of us take it? Plus, I’m pretty terrible at concentrating. Why don’t you show me how to do it, Amethyst? I’ll get the next one.”