Lily thought she was dangerous. Classic obsessive-compulsive personality disorder. Usually manifested just before puberty, which fit.

Or she could be the vessel of unimaginable powers, barely checked at the ravening mouth by the bit of a young girl's will. Lily sounded convinced. Rose wasn't, but challenging her delusions, if they were delusions at all, wasn't conducive to the thing that might be called friendship, forming between them.

"That sounds like a good idea. The second part." It was a good plan. At least as good as the things Rose had been about to suggest, which had leaned more towards mutual detente and the underlying assumption that their continued survival meant that homicide was not the intention. "I could do the same thing for you."