"Trust him?" Maple echoed.
"Gah, sounds like I'm talking to a goddamn ex when you phrase it that way," Soda muttered.
"Soda, is this about..."
"The fuck else would it be about?!" Soda snapped. "I nearly turned this place into moon dust! I'm supposed to SAVE worlds! So, I just, fucking, what do you expect, me to just go back to normal? To expect everyone else to look at me the same again?"
"I suppose not," Maple replied, nodding, looking pensive. This only fed Soda's fire.
"You're never like this," Soda said. "When I screw up, you were always there to tear me a new one for slacking off. Any time I'm giving some kind of disrespect you're always putting me in my place. You usually saw through my illusions, which ones were real and were fake. Now you're just standing there like you don't care. I... I know none of this is the same."
As Soda spoke, his voice seemed to get wobbly at parts, but the tower never fell. He refused to let it fall. Not in front of her.
But what nearly made it collapse--nearly, but not entirely--was that flash of realization in that Smeargle's eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said, though her tone wasn't apologetic, and her expression was more wide-eyed than submissive. "I was... cutting you some slack."
"...Excuse me?" Soda said. "Slack. From you. After what I did?"
"After what you went through," Maple replied. "Pointing out small failures or petty grievances right now... I couldn't do that to you." She sighed, rubbing at her hat, thoughtful. "I really have built up an uptight reputation, haven't I?" She glanced at Dave. Yes, she remembered their first real encounter. How she'd taunted him, threatened him silently, back when she did not know their true allegiances--and before they could trust hers.
"Well," she said, "I suppose I've been... trying to break that down a little, too. Despite all my power, I fell for the Blacklight the same way you did... Ionys."
"Don't give me that," Soda said, half-dismissive, half warning. "You went nuts for a bit, sure. I planned out whole schemes, and--"
"I don't think that matters," Maple said firmly. "...Ionys, I trust you. I trust you because you're the only one who truly knows what it feels like to be warped by that Blacklight for so long. To be... blinded by it." She shifted her weight again, not making eye contact, but despite that, she looked genuine. And, for once, small. She glanced at Dave. "It must have seemed so obvious, in hindsight."