"What are we?"
The moment Maeve said those three words, my brain short-circuited.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
I was not prepared for this. I had climbed ten flights of stairs, I had nearly died by molten cheese, and now I was expected to have an existential crisis on top of all that? Unfair. Illegal. Absolutely rude.
My body was frozen. My brain, however? Absolute chaos.
Oh gods, what are we?
A voice in my head, panicked: We're doomed.
Another voice, slightly more rational but still screaming: Okay, okay, let's think. What is Maeve to us?
She's our teacher!
Right! We are student. She is teacher. End of discussion.
…Except she's not really our teacher anymore. Technically, we train with her and have some class, and she's more like an unofficial mentor now.
Okay, then we're… acquaintances!
Acquaintances who have seen each other naked.
—Acquaintances with benefits!
No! That sounds worse!
Okay, then we're—
Silence.
Oh no.
Oh gods.
I knew where this was going.
