Brisa chuckled at 'temporal armpit' and smiled at how easily Curio dropped huge pieces of news like they were trivial gossip. Dark Matter? Public knowledge. Shades converted to the posse? Naturally. Mewtwo? Well—
Of course, I've been worried sick about you guys,
You hadn't seen me for a week before I went missing, why start worrying about me? thought Brisa, and hated herself for thinking it.
She closed her eyes. Curio
had worried. Curio had
missed her. Avoiding someone you could find any time was different to not knowing where someone was or if you'd ever see them again. Not knowing if you'd ever make things right.
She knew
that all too well.
It just... didn't make sense that things could be back to the way they were, just because she'd been, what, missing in action for three days? That was
it? No second apology, no deep change of heart, no recompense or penitence? They were... okay? It felt wrong. She shouldn't be getting Curio's kindness. She picked at her food with shame dampening her appetite.
"I actually gave up in there," she said, off-handedly. She'd meant to change the subject, but not
that far. Too bad, she was talking about it now.
"I genuinely thought we'd die down there, from starvation, or exposure, or... well. Like I said. But Starr wouldn't accept it. She yelled at me, every time I brought up the easy way out! Said
'we ain't doin' that.' She kept us both throwin' ourselves at the rocks to find a way up, and eventually it paid off, and when it happened, I was ready to take the opportunity rather than lay down and bite dirt."
She looked at Starr, not sure what emotion was showing on her face. "I'm glad it was you down there with me, y'know. Someone else might've taken my damn fool offer."