[ Noelle doesn't ask about Skitter for the same reason she isn't asking about Krouse's jumpsuit. There's no reason to make him say something terrible that she already knows.

Besides, she's too busy trying to figure out if Krouse is proud of her. Mars couldn't understand why she hated the world, didn't get that Noelle was being genuine when she said not yet. She wouldn't have forced Marissa to pay, just like she isn't forcing Krouse to pay. Just like how she still kept talking to Oliver after they'd worked out what he'd done, albeit through a computer screen. If she ever hated them, that was the thing in her brain. Hating the world, she's come to realize, is her.

To the extent that division matters anymore. Noelle knows what she did, when she ceded control of her body to that thing in her head. ]

Okay. [ Noelle says, and now, she's taking special care to make sure her voice is only coming out of one of her mouths. ] I guess that's good. Their world is so fucked up. I know the hologram woman says we're supposed to save it, but.

[ Noelle shrugs, a tiny movement compared to the rest of her. Krouse will know what she means. It's a little difficult for her to care about that place, and besides, Noelle has a more pressing concern.

Bile collects in the mouths of her lower heads. She doesn't have a lot of time to ask, but it's still good to check and make sure. ]

You're not afraid of me? Even though I wanted to kill them?

[ Noelle remembers New York. She remembers Boston. She remembers the cage they put her in, after, and how that was supposed to be for the best. ]