Violet is feeling powerless as the rescue operation for Scarlett (orchestrated by Helena Frye and Kurt) grinds into gear. And she's feeling scared about how things might turn out.
I hate this. I hate this more than I hate losing at poker, or talking to morons, or being forced to take part in loathsome puzzle karaoke. Scarlett likes puzzle karaoke. I hate that I'm worried about her and there's nothing I can do. I've spoken to Iona at the Sentinel, of course. They had lunch together, apparently Scarlett was in good spirits, there's nothing suspicious to report. I don't know if I can trust her but what choice do I have right now? While we were talking, I found that my hands had bunched into fists under the table while my face was going on being charming, my voice being pleasant. I hate that I can't just wring the truth out of someone.
I hate that Kurt has more to do now than I do. I hate that he gets to go off and be Mr Action Hero and all I can do is wait around for him to do his thing. Sometimes, I mistake this thought for hating Kurt but I try not to let him know that. Instead, I focus on hating Caine for everything he's ever done. He keeps trying to tell me not to worry. Even if Scarlett's been kidnapped, he says. Which we don't know, he says. Which we can't be sure of. Even if that's the case, they wouldn't just take her and kill her would they? I don't know, I say, they've done it before. I think of Anna and I'm so afraid it feels like my heart will beat right out of my chest and flop, bleeding, onto the floor.
People are beginning to hear that Scarlett's missing. Not what we think has really happened to her, not that. But one person mentions to another, mentions to a third that she hasn't been home. Probably the only person safe from the news is my father, and that won't last for long. I'm afraid of what's going to happen next. And I hate that.