Dresden's eyebrow twitched.
"I'm not keeping any secrets," he said. Which was a lie, of course. He was. It just wasn't the kind of secret that Vankous was convinced he had right now. There was only one thing he hadn't mentioned, and it was a gut feeling at most. It wasn't like he had read her comic or had seen her in action. "I told you everything I know about them. I just didn't mention my guess about Olive, and that's because I didn't know for sure. I'm pretty sure she's a meta, so there. Another reason to think they can protect themselves."
The end of that argument felt incredibly childish, but Dresden felt like he deserved it at this point. He wasn't used to be the responsible, all-knowing one. Maybe a know-it-all, sure, but being a makeshift leader? No thanks. That was Pres's job. Dresden would have just enjoyed being a second-in-command, if it wasn't for the fact that being a leader was the only way he could ensure that this all turned out right.
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