When things did not at first work out for her, Felicity was not easily frustrated. Patient disapproval is what would most fairly describe Felicity’s sentiments each time Abelard turned to violence as his only apparent recourse to conflict resolution. She did not like strong feelings. In her more thoughtful world they interfered with problem solving and Abelard’s preference for immediate, high impact solutions was just that, a problem that she must solve. She would need much fortitude, since the common thread running through all these episodes was the guidance reliably provided by his most common memories, ones that everyone, including Felicity, believed to be entirely made up. And now that he was back in the game he would need to much more often call upon his dodgy past experience for trustworthy counsel.
Abelard considered whether Felicity might one day be a problem? She certainly appeared altogether too good for the stock from which she sprang. Perhaps she just hadn’t yet discovered her roots which were, after all, the same as Milly’s. There was a perfect human. Abelard had had only fleeting contact with him, but enough for his own strong instincts to shape an altogether favourable picture of the man. Milly was highly competitive; he greatly needed to be at the top and to always have more than others; and nothing that worked was beyond his call. He understood that loyalty was the bedrock of a powerful hierarchy and despite his deep mistrust of everyone he valued it above all else. Abelard hoped, no, strongly believed that at her core Felicity was also like that. In her he counted on a reliable partner.
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