Drusilla studies me carefully with her hands on her corseted hips. “Are you going to be okay?” she asks.
“Eventually,” I answer. “I just... I feel like I was an anchor that kept pulling them down with me. They’d just keep drowning until I let them go.”
“You’re right,” she says flatly.
“Thanks, I guess,” I say with a raised eyebrow. She takes a seat at the old, dusty table and motions for me to sit across from her.
“Look,” she sighs as I pull out my chair and sit down across from her. “What you did… what you were… it was pretty shitty, right?”
“Great pep talk…” I mutter, rolling my eyes and burying my face in my hands.
“Just listen, okay?” She says. “You realize how far you’ve come though, don't you? I mean… we met when you were at peak… evil. And what you are now… it’s almost unreco
