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Eliza took the glass graciously and managed a few sips before she exhaled and looked up to Rhett. He collapsed on the couch and began to spitball as he always did, throwing out question after question in a stream of consciousness that Eliza had grown to be rather talented at following. There was no doubt his brain was faster than hers, his processing rate through the roof, but she took a little pride in knowing that they'd been together long enough now that she could follow without hiccup. He danced from Sylvia to Robinson to the connection between the two and all the while, Eliza kept up with small sips of her wine to ease the tension in her muscles. It certainly did not help the sickness, but it did ease all the discomfort and stress she was feeling. She figured that was the first step to getting herself well again.
Especially after everything.
"Me?" she said with an eyebrow raised, trying to process his comment, "Promising him me? You mean, promising that I'd be his somehow? Unless…"
Eliza came around the counter so she could make her way to the couch and sit on the edge of the arm. She hummed to herself as she recalled everything that had happened so far and as she did, Rhett's theory made more and more sense. "What if you're right, what if I'm just a bargaining chip? He's absolutely insane, but I know after the explosion at his house, he didn't plant that bomb. Do you remember how he acted after that? Or even after I got attacked in the alley? I thought he was just worried about me, but they all happened after he and I had spoken about something – about my file, about Sylvia – and there was genuine fear in his eyes and words when he thought I was hurt."
"He told me once that he did what he had to do, that was the only explanation he gave me for my parents' murder and I was just so blindly angry, I never thought about it."
"He has been a part of my life for, god, every single damn day since my parents died. Besides Linda, he was my only constant, all because I was what? My mother's daughter?" Eliza took another sip and continued, "It makes sense why Sylvia needs Robinson, but what's the easiest way to control a madman? Someone who was willing to kill for obsession? You appeal to the only thing that matters to them. It was my mom and now that she's gone, it would make sense that it's me. If she kills me, it's over for her."
"Robinson would not let her breathe another breath of air if something happened to me, that much I am sure of. Maybe after all of this she promised to leave us alone, that I wouldn't be collateral damage. It makes sense to me why Sylvia keeps you alive, but maybe that's my only saving grace. Maybe I'm alive because the madman who slaughtered my family obsessively loves me and Sylvia is exploiting that fully to get what she wants. As fucked up as it is, it makes complete sense."
But she remembered what Robinson had said to her, that killing her mother was the only way – but the only way to what? To gaining custody over Eliza? Or in some sick way did Robinson think he was saving her by killing her? That was a question she did not want the answer to – not one bit.
Especially after everything.
"Me?" she said with an eyebrow raised, trying to process his comment, "Promising him me? You mean, promising that I'd be his somehow? Unless…"
Eliza came around the counter so she could make her way to the couch and sit on the edge of the arm. She hummed to herself as she recalled everything that had happened so far and as she did, Rhett's theory made more and more sense. "What if you're right, what if I'm just a bargaining chip? He's absolutely insane, but I know after the explosion at his house, he didn't plant that bomb. Do you remember how he acted after that? Or even after I got attacked in the alley? I thought he was just worried about me, but they all happened after he and I had spoken about something – about my file, about Sylvia – and there was genuine fear in his eyes and words when he thought I was hurt."
"He told me once that he did what he had to do, that was the only explanation he gave me for my parents' murder and I was just so blindly angry, I never thought about it."
"He has been a part of my life for, god, every single damn day since my parents died. Besides Linda, he was my only constant, all because I was what? My mother's daughter?" Eliza took another sip and continued, "It makes sense why Sylvia needs Robinson, but what's the easiest way to control a madman? Someone who was willing to kill for obsession? You appeal to the only thing that matters to them. It was my mom and now that she's gone, it would make sense that it's me. If she kills me, it's over for her."
"Robinson would not let her breathe another breath of air if something happened to me, that much I am sure of. Maybe after all of this she promised to leave us alone, that I wouldn't be collateral damage. It makes sense to me why Sylvia keeps you alive, but maybe that's my only saving grace. Maybe I'm alive because the madman who slaughtered my family obsessively loves me and Sylvia is exploiting that fully to get what she wants. As fucked up as it is, it makes complete sense."
But she remembered what Robinson had said to her, that killing her mother was the only way – but the only way to what? To gaining custody over Eliza? Or in some sick way did Robinson think he was saving her by killing her? That was a question she did not want the answer to – not one bit.