No. [This is the truth; as is, Mary doesn't care about whether or not Santa hates Lotus.]

Lotus is safe, and you aren't mad she's gone. Niles is safe, and you're mad he's gone.

[...

Mary's voice comes softer.]

I'm trying to understand.

[Friendship, fury, feelings. They all felt like a shiny new toy when she first discovered them, lovely and new, but now she's noticing the cracks and scratches and fingerprint smudges.]