She takes a pause and studies Clara's features. For a moment, she's tempted to say fuck it, take all the time you need, but a swig of water and a breath reminds her that she can't do that. She doesn't know Clara that well. She doesn't know whether she can trust her completely or not with the knowledge she already has. Her future - and the parade's - could be at stake if she allowed Clara to walk out of The Spider's Web knowing Tessa ran a group of organized crime whose members were wanted for a long list of crimes. She couldn't do that. The Parade had to come first; anything else - especially someone else - would be a weakness. Karith had warned her of this. "Let me tell you a story," she says. "Once upon a time, the Parade had a leader with clear eyes. She knew what she wanted and she always fought for it. She was the kind of woman who didn't wait for her knight in shining armor; she forged her own armor and used her own sword to make a path for herself and those that followed her. She was a strong woman - a remarkable one who fought for justice. She wanted to avenge those that had been lost to the waves of time. And she did so. In the process, she brought together a group of unlikely men and women that would fight in her name. They were criminals, maybe, but they had honor. Everything they did - it was for a reason. They fought for what they believed was just, fending for themselves when nobody else would, and forging a path in which the wrongs of others would be righted. But one day - this woman made a decision that altered the course of her and this merry group's fate; she allowed herself to trust someone very special to her. And it was a decision that cost her dearly, for little by little, the group began to fall apart. Disappearances, losses, all of it. You'd have anticipated this woman to look onwards and continue her way, without failing herself and the duty she'd taken upon herself. But no... this special someone she trusted turned out to be a grave mistake on her behalf. She turned weak, and every loss became a tragedy. Suffering from so many tragedies... it breaks people apart, Clara. She lost sight of what was most important - she was no longer able to look at the bigger picture. And I can't afford to do that, Clara," she shakes her head. "The Black Parade is my family, my armor. I cannot afford to make the decision this woman made, and risk the exposure of The Black Parade and its people's identities. They instilled their trust in me to protect them and carry on the mantle. No matter who it is, no matter what connection I may share with them... I cannot let them cloud my judgement, because my priority should always be The Black Parade."