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ROBIN WAS FREAKING OUT.
She hadn't said much throughout their drive to the library of all places, terrified that if she started talking she'd be unable to stop. And not just because she was in a car with Shaelynn Campbell – Nancy was quite intimidating when she had her mind set on something, and she'd already made it clear that she didn't think highly of Robin. If it was any consolation, Shaelynn didn't appear to want anything to do with Nancy when she'd been the one to drag her into this whole mess. It made Robin feel the slightest bit better that Shaelynn was mad, but not at her.
In a bizarre turn of events, what Robin had viewed as the primary hurdle preventing her from trying her luck with Shaelynn had been lifted – she finally understood how her father had died, and now she was with them to avenge him and Chrissy. Not that Robin wanted any of that for her, but it wasn't something she could control. Shaelynn had discovered the truth and decided to stay, even if she'd been hesitant at first.
The girl herself couldn't bring it in herself to look at Nancy, staring determinedly out the passenger window and finding comfort in the scenery they were passing by. Even if she now comprehended why Nancy had been so adamant about gathering the knowledge she required, she hadn't bothered to look at the situation from her perspective. Amara had been more sympathetic, offering an upfront explanation when Dustin had glared at her for questioning Eddie's innocence. But Robin had to be the one out of them she respected the most for having the guts to tell her the truth about Chadwick – while it had reopened a wound she'd struggled to heal for months, everything was so much clearer now.
"Is anyone gonna tell me what this is about?" Robin broke the silence, which Amara hadn't realized was stifling until now. "I need something to brag about to Steve when I see him again."
"I second that," Shaelynn agreed. Outside of her field of view, Robin had grinned widely and Amara had given her a thumbs up. "Come on, Nancy, you can't just expect me to follow you everywhere without telling me what's going on."
"I don't know, okay?" Nancy bit out, her hands clenched around the steering wheel. She was wracked with remorse from being unable to protect another friend and Robin and Shaelynn's pestering wasn't helping in the slightest. "Eddie's uncle said something about Victor Creel being the one on the loose, which now I know isn't the case because it's Vecna, but I still want to look into it. It's too similar to be a coincidence."
Amara had heard the name Victor Creel before. It was one of the names her tormentors had thrown around to back up their claims that she was too dangerous for their neighborhood or society, their basis for why she should be locked up before she murdered any of them. Eurydice and Scott had urged her to ignore them, that they were hypocrites because of the metaphorical daggers their words wielded, but it hadn't been enough to dissuade Amara from her scheme to disappear within the crowd at Hawkins High. She couldn't handle anyone thinking that of her again, and she'd pleasantly been proven wrong.
