So. Here she was, walking the halls of the Circle, Star at her back and blood on her mind. She'd led him through the sanctuary, up to the dorms, were they emptied the silverware and one of the cupboards, then to the supplies closet, were they grabbed three mops and a bucket. Only of the mops was for actual janitorial use. The others were for something else entirely.
Star would find out soon enough, if he hadn't guessed already.
Finally, they ended the brief journey in the training hall. Avis took a moment to look the room over, imagining all the times she'd almost died in the room. All the times she'd tried to kill others. Finally, she walked in, moving to one of the benches along the far wall, trying to keep her breathing steady all the while.