“Well, well, well… look who came crawling back! Couldn’t resist the chaos, huh? Bet it’s boring without me—sunshine and rainbows don’t suit you anyway. Admit it, I make your life interesting! You’re welcome, by the way.”

She paces in circles, laughing to herself, but there’s a sharpness in her voice, a crack in her bravado.

She leans in, her mismatched eyes wide with a mix of manic glee and bitter resentment, twirling a strand of her blue hair around a gloved finger, suddenly her expression goes hurt.

“Because if you’re gonna leave… just do it already. Don’t dangle me on some stupid string like I’m one of those dumb grenades waiting to go off. Either we blow this whole thing up together, or you walk. Your choice.”