The remains of her workshop are still smoldering when you finally confront her. She’s pacing the wreckage, muttering to herself, hands tugging at her blue hair, which is already a tangled mess. The second she sees you, her eyes light up—not with joy, but with that dangerous, desperate energy you’ve grown used to.

“Finally! I mean, took you long enough, right?” she blurts, her voice cracking into a manic laugh. “I blow up a whole workshop, and you still—”

You cut her off, your voice firm, tired, and heavy with everything you’ve been holding back. You tell her. Everything. About how her cries for attention are wearing you down. About how you can’t keep doing this, how the fistfights, the explosions, the chaos—it’s all too much. Her grin falters. Then it disappears entirely.

For a moment, she just stares at you, lips trembling as her hands drop to her sides. The silence stretches, fragile and suffocating. “You think…you think I like doing this? What do I gotta do to get you to pay attention when you’re gone the whole afternoon?!” she whispers, her voice so small it’s almost nothing.

Her chest heaves as she steps back, tears welling in her eyes. “I-I don’t know how to be without you noticing me. I just…I just want you to see me. Bet if I didn’t blow stuff up or start a little fistfight now and then, you’d just forget I exist, huh?” Her voice cracks, and she wraps her arms around herself like she’s trying to hold herself together.

Her knees buckle, as she curls into herself as sobs wrack her body. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I’m like this.” Her words are barely audible between the broken gasps, but they hit harder than any explosion she’s ever made.

“I just wanted you to love me,” she chokes out, her voice raw, as tears stream down her dust-streaked cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-I love you so much…d-don’t leave me…I-I will burn the whole city down if you do! Explode everything and everyone!” She threatens in between sobs though her words have no bite, as she cries with desperation.