Starglow Basin We don't wanna go home

He ignored her.  Figures he would.  It was what she wanted, the entire reason she’d spoken so that he wouldn’t understand.  She didn’t give a single fuck what he thought.

And then, suddenly, she was furious.  She was probably furious the entire time, but being faced with the back of his head brought the venom to the surface.  It struck like a snake, bursting forth.

Muerto.  She spat, getting shakily to her paws to glare at him.  Her stomach curdled with warning but she ignored it.  There was nothing in it to bring up anyway.  Tú.  Él no.  At least she knew enough to piece together something close to what she meant.

She didn’t know what she wanted from him.  An apology for living?  For letting Niño die?  Those weren’t coming and even if they did, it wasn’t like that fixed anything.  She just wanted him to hurt.  She wanted him to fight her so that, then, they’d both be angry.  And maybe then she wouldn’t feel so fucking alone.