Mira closes her eyes before she lets go of the towel, she hears the response scramble back from Rumi—the ache of her trust, her respect, her kindness
It’s just the right thing to do
So they go and Rumi stews and Mira makes coffee and Rumi thinks about Zoey and Mira still waits for her to say it because it’s the only way she can remain sane in this whole mess
“Should I get…” or is that a threat? she asks herself. I don’t mean it to be; what’s the less dangerous thing to do?
“Shut up,” Mira grumbles. “I don’t think I have to go wake Zoey up to keep you from attacking her, Jesus.”
Rumi nods jerkily, her thoughts circle as she gets up to go wake Zoey up. Mira gets a little quiet while she’s gone. Tries not to worry about them. Puts way too much sugar into Rumi’s mug and pours a little chocolate syrup in Zoey’s before the actual coffee
(Patterns Rumi has patterns her Rumi has been scared of Mira finding out about her patterns)
Rumi hasn’t told Zoey by the time they return, though Zoey knows there is something to tell. They sit. They drink.
“Zoey, you wouldn’t hurt Rumi, right?” Mira says.
Rumi cringes. Straight into it, I guess
“No!” Zoey says. Then she considers a little. “Well, like, not on purpose. I know I do it sometimes because I can get—“
“What if I were bad?” Rumi asks, cutting her off.
Zoey has the response Mira wishes she could. She literally can’t grasp the idea. Just frozen.
“What if I were an evil, soul-sucking demon?” We almost thought I would be when they reached my heart. I don’t know where the line actually is but I know I’ve been lying to you for so long that that feels worse than these ever have
“Then you wouldn’t be Rumi,” Zoey points out, but she’s ready to play along
Mira makes the executive decision that that should remain an inside thought. “She’s right.”
Her own voice echoes back at her: Aw, you’ve got the patterns, now you’ve gotta die
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