Harley wasn't like that one cold, cold girl, who - she wasn't even technically a sociopath. Sociopaths kindle like everyone else. She was just - cold. Like an airless environment in which no fire can burn.
But Aelise had her killed, and Chelsa made sure no one would miss her, and if anything like that ever happened again, Chelsa has every confidence that Aelise would make it right. Harley's one thing. He can just be - out of sight, out of mind. Aelise would never expect Chelsa to compromise on the existence of such a terrible cold.
"I see," says Aelise. "Well, that's interesting. Is doing stuff what makes people likeable?"
"Naturally," Aelise agrees. "What if I told you that Chelsa is the reason there are no wars?"
"There were a lot of complicated reasons," she says. "But what it boils down to is that there were a lot of people with a lot of power and none of them liked each other very much. So they fought. And because they had a lot of power, and they weren't being very careful with it, a lot of people died when they did that."
"Good question," she says. "Some of them didn't care who they killed as long as they got what they wanted. Some of them did care, but they wanted to get ahead more than they wanted not to hurt anybody. Some of them thought that if they were too careful, they might get killed by the people who weren't. And some of them were just too scared to think it through."
"They are," Aelise agrees. "But they weren't very good ones. Have you heard of Toronto?"