“…Claude, you can’t. Please, if you’ve ever trusted me, or ever wanted to listen to me ever, now is the time.”
A small, somewhat tired smile appeared on Bridgette’s face, and she gave his shoulder a light punch. “We’re friends, aren’t we? You know by now I’m stubborn as hell. I wouldn’t just say no for no good reason, right?” She wanted to tell him—she wanted to tell all of her friends, and not for the first time, either, but there were rules, ones she didn’t dare break,that said she couldn’t breathe a single word. Even despite that, she wanted to tell them, but as much as Bridgette hated it, such a thing was just a fact of Ladybug’s existence: keep the secret.
Rules be damned, there was another reason; she wouldn’t put her friends in danger. She wouldn’t.