Starr stared incredulously for a bit. "Yeah, uh... pretty sure you're just looking for reasons to assume they're thinking the worst of you. I've seen how much they all look up to you." But then she paused and glanced away, rubbing the back of her head. "As for Curio... yeah, that's rough.""Get on with the team? Are you kiddin'?" Brisa laughed again, a wild high edge to it this time. "Did I not mention that Curio called me half the things Jesse used to? She doesn't want me. She knows what I am. And it's not just her. I fucked things up with you soon as meet you, over fuckin' nothin', for a roselia who I'm pretty sure I've spooked off by now anyway. I've been avoiding Astrid ever since I fought you because I'm too ashamed to look her in the face. And I'm pretty sure I make half the rest of 'em some kind of uncomfortable."
That thing Curio had said back at the cafe... ('You don't just go through that and be all pixie sticks and rainbows with the cause of it afterwards.') Starr's heart gave a painful lurch. It just... didn't seem fair that she'd been forgiven for what she did, if the same damn thing but an accident couldn't be?
"Curio, she's... she's going through a rough time, but..." ('I wanna forgive her for what happened since both of us were at fault, but, y'know--I never wanna be in that state again.') "I think she's just... gotta sort some things out for herself first. That's all."
Starr gave a dismissive shrug. "Just figured you didn't have any reason not to tell everyone I was a piece of shit after what happened on the bluff." She still wasn't entirely sure why Brisa hadn't. Maybe she was just too used to fights turning into rumors and backtalking and grudge matches. Start shit with one person, find all their squadmates on your ass the next day, that sort of thing."Wait, what did you mean? Why would they all hate you?