Luna had to snort because wasn’t that the truth. She longed for the days where she was super laid back and chill, rarely anything ever got to her, and she just took life as it came. Now if she dropped a fucking mug she started crying, people were afraid to talk to her because she’d probably just yell at them and she was cooped up in a fucking house. “They can’t expect to shove us on exile island, forget about us, and forget that we’re going to be the same.” You know, plus everything else that happened. Sometimes, she’d purposely think about the week or whatever that they’d spent kidnapped. At first, she thought that maybe if she thought about it waking, and tried to face the memories head on, she wouldn’t spend so much of the little time she did sleep dreaming about it. That plan had been kind of a bust, and if anything it made the nightmares worse. But it was like, once she’d unloaded the memories, it was almost like she couldn’t put them away again. She kept thinking about all the shit that had happened, if there had been any way she could have done anything differently, if they ever could have escaped. If they - if they could have saved Blythe. How it might not of happened if they’d been told. “Makes complete sense. I don’t disagree with you, baby. I don’t think you should have to take the stupid pills either, if you don’t want them.” She opened her mouth to ask if he’d consider trying to sneak them to her, but she figured Papa K would have a pretty tight leash on him, and if not Papa K, then Justin, so she closed her mouth and kept silent. “I - sorry.” It wasn’t like she’d forgotten what had happened before they had gone to Hawaii, and how much of a mess that also had been but - she missed the freedom. “I’m glad we met the Australian people, though. Well, not the ginger, but everyone else.”
Okay, she totally understood that justification, but there was one loophole, “If neither agencies don’t care about us, because we’re too complicated and shit, why won’t they let us leave? I mean, the guards keep claiming that we’re in hiding for our safety and shit, but if the agency doesn’t really care, why can’t we do our own thing?” And another thought, less likely than the first, but one still worth voicing so that Harris could tell her she was crazy and have that be the end of that. “And do you - I mean, if they’re just leaving us here to fend for ourselves anyway, do you think that there’s ever - like, I don’t know, a possibility they’d give us up to TC?” If TC didn’t already know where they were, anyway. “Like - as a ‘Hey, we’ll leave the rest of your kids alone if you give these ones up’ kind of thing. I don’t know I just - this sitting around waiting, doing nothing. I don’t like it. It’s driving me absolutely crazy.” Pulling up her legs to her chest, Luna hugged herself, and rocked slightly. It sounded crazy putting it into words, and beyond paranoid, but if she couldn’t voice her stupid, half formed ideas to Harris, then who could she voice them to? “I haven’t really talked to anyone at all. Well, like other than you and Case. I think it’s equal parts of me trying to avoid people, everyone avoiding me, and everyone just generally avoiding each other and keeping to themselves, you know?” Plus - it was just really fucking embarrassing. And Luna didn’t get embarrassed all that often, she when she did, it was almost as if she really didn’t know what to do with herself, or how to handle it. Avoidance had kind of seemed like the best route. Frowning, because she knew he was right, she had to sigh. “I get it though. You don’t really want to unload anything on anyone, though when you do, it’s not like they’ll really understand anyway, and it’s not like anything can help. But they know you’re not doing okay, so if you try to pretend you are, you just get called out for it. Can’t normal just come back on its own. You know - whatever normal even is anymore.” Although she had to cackle when he compared it to school. “Yeah, I get it. But if fucking sucks, I wish it didn’t have to be like this. But hey, does this mean I’m actually AP for something in my life?” Nudging his shoulder, Luna stuck out her tongue at her best friend.
Tossing the Zippo from hand to hand, Luna flicked it a couple of times, holding up the flame in front of her face while Harris spoke. People could poke fun and joke about it all they wanted but - fuck she loved fire. “Alright, alright, no wildfires.” Though she was only half listening. “As big of a fire as we can manage without it being too dangerous or like - setting the house on fire.” The obstacle course? Why did that matter? Luna looked over in the direction of the course, and then back to Harris slowly. “Yes…” Although, when he proposed his idea, she squealed again, still genuinely surprised that he was actually going to go along with this. Sure, he needed something to keep him occupied just as much as she did, but she’d never quite known him to be so spontaneous. And as much as she probably should have felt bad, for encouraging that, she was really, really digging it. “Fuck yeah.” Fighting the urge to cheer as he picked up the mug and smashed it against the structure as it was the middle of the night, Luna did offer up a, “Nice aim, baby”, before scurrying off in the direction of the garage. She’d spent enough time in there with Justin, working on cars and shit that she was pretty familiar with where everything was. The blonde tried to go for one of the bigger containers, but it had been such a long time since she’d done anything remotely active - not including fucking running laps - that she gave up, and settled on a smaller one instead. A small part of her figured she should try to bring some water or something, but she decided to fuck it. They could get water if they needed it. Absolutely bursting with excitement now, she stopped right beside where Harris was standing, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she started to douse the wooden structure with gasoline. “This fucker is going to light up like the fourth of fucking July”, she squealed happily, putting down the canister once she was satisfied that it was coated enough.
