Tamara sees the fire in her eyes and the strength of the angel behind them, and her anger rises to meet it: "I don't care if you're not the Original Zoë. For now, you're more alive that she is, and you deserve everything you're getting." Zoë stands up. She rises. "I think you have me confused with someone else," she says. She grabs a knife, and the crowd goes wild:
Two girls that can't die, two dirty girls with untold power, fighting forever and ever. Maybe next time Zoë's the one on top; maybe next time Tamara's the prisoner. When the Deadwalkers fight, it's NCC at its finest: Every mean mommy, every hot cheerleader, every girl that ever said no. Every commercial break for this show includes at least one ad for Cialis. Does it matter who falls? It never does, and it never will: They can keep fighting forever, and the crowd won't ever stop screaming. We like shows about girls but only when they're tearing each other apart.
When Clarice says she stayed away because Lacy was a possible threat, Lacy reminds her of the moral fortitude in going on a child-killing spree like last week, and the chain of evidence suggesting Clarice was involved in Zoë and Ben's deaths. Clarice, on the other hand, points out the numerous times the Barnabites tried to blow her up, and the hypocrisy of those who throw stones in the terrorist blood-feud house. (Note: Clarice's voice also gets hard and stays hard, because Lacy invoked Zoë's name as another of her possible victims. Do not fuck around with the Zoë thing, because Clarice will go off the chain so fast.)
As for the charges of blowing up Clarice that time, Lacy's like, "Yeah, okay, but like I really wasn't feeling that, to be fair." Clarice laughs at her about how great that would sound at her funeral, but again, the only real emotion in her voice hits on the next line: "And for the record, I would never have harmed Zoë." You can see just how bad she wants to punch Lacy for even going there.
To show she meant no harm, Lacy will be helping Clarice get ahold of Zoë's resurrection program, which is vanished. Lacy looks uneasy and Clarice, knowing how tight Zoë's hold on her once was, nearly smiles. "She's gone, Lacy. This is not a betrayal. She would want you to help me. We were working together."