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"Your actual cabin?" he mutters, seeming surprised.

"What is left to talk about?"

She just glares at him.

"Are you playing dumb? You really think that'll work? We have to fucking talk about all the folks you fucked with."

"What's there to say?" he insists, meeting her glare with one of his own. "I didn't hurt them."

That seems to be the final straw to break the camel's back. Trixie quickly turns and smacks Henry across the face, staring at him in full Big Sister Disappointment as she lets the hit reverberate.

"All you did was hurt them."

He blinks at her, not even bothering to stop her hand. Not that he's really sure he could have. For a moment, there's silence, then he brings his hand up to his face.

"Are we going to your cabin? I'd rather not talk in the hallway."

She feels a touch of guilt when he brings his hand to his face, but she's far, far too angry to apologize just yet.

"Fine."

She heads off to her own cabin, not the one shared with Kiryu, expecting Henry to follow without complaint.

He does follow, right behind her, and into the cabin silently. "So why are we here?"

Trixie's cabin still looks very much the same as it had when she first arrived: a simple wooden bed, a rustic quilt, a few old daguerreotypes on the wall, and a table and chair. The only difference is the addition of a second door, one that almost looks like the entrance to a linen closet.

She nods towards that very door. "That's why. Go open it."

He walks to the door and opens it, staring into a very ordinary bedroom with painted walls and a window that almost looks real. Curious, he steps inside and almost immediately feels the effects.

He hurries back out with a flinch.

"It's Zero, but with a pretty bow."

She nods. "It's Zero, but without the gawking. This is where I'll bring you the next time we have to do this."

"Next time?"

He looks at her, his gaze softening. It's not a cage, at least.

"For when you piss off half the Barge again."

She's a realist.

"It'd be easier."

"They're easy to annoy." He glances into the room again and the closes the door. "Are we talking here?"

"And when you cross the wrong person half of 'em will come for your fucking head. Which I'm letting you know is fucking vexing beyond belief, because I hate when they all start shouting over me."

All of them men. Most of them well-meaning, but Jesus God, is she ever annoyed with it sometimes.

"No, let's go check on your spiders."

He nods and takes the lead out of the room.

"If only they had listened to you before," he says idly.

She snaps her head to look at him, unsure of whether to smack him again or laugh.

"If you'd have fucking listened."

"Trixie, there was nothing you, or anyone, could have said that would have talked me out of my mistake," he says, trying to be reassuring.

"I know," she says quietly. She does know; others have said as much too, but that doesn't stop her from wishing for a different outcome.

"Once we get to your cabin, I need the names of all the people whose minds you entered."

"Alright."

And he's quiet the rest of the way there, tending to his spiders in their terrariums first. He lets them out, trusting that he can keep them safe.

He lists off names as he does so.

"Fitz. Zack. Xiao Xingchen. Norton. Jamil. Sweeney."

Six people, but he only killed one. She takes a seat at the only chair and crosses her arms over her chest.

"And you attacked Arthur."

"He deserved it," he says firmly. Harshly.

"Just adding his name to the list, Henry."

She really, really wants a smoke, but she's trying to be better about lighting up indoors and around other people who don't.

"Now let's talk about Zack."

"Why? He's told the story already," he says, sitting down heavily on his cot to unpack his bag.

"Ain't your side, and that's what I care about. Tell me what happened, else we're having another sleepover."

He sets his jaw, silently seething about it but keeping it as hidden as he can.

"I saw his memories. They were familiar. I lost control. I killed him."

He threads his fingers together, letting his breath out slowly.

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