Mira closes her eyes before she lets go of the towel, she hears the response scramble back from Rumiâthe ache of her trust, her respect, her kindness
Itâs 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 itâs the only way she can remain sane in this whole mess
âShould I getâŚâ or is that a threat? she asks herself. I donât mean it to be; whatâs the less dangerous thing to do?
âShut up,â Mira grumbles. âI donât think I have to go wake Zoey up to keep you from attacking her, Jesus.â
Rumi nods jerkily, her thoughts circle as she gets up to go wake Zoey up. Mira gets a little quiet while sheâs gone. Tries not to worry about them. Puts way too much sugar into Rumiâs mug and pours a little chocolate syrup in Zoeyâs before the actual coffee
(Patterns Rumi has patterns her Rumi has been scared of Mira finding out about her patterns)
Rumi hasnât told Zoey by the time they return, though Zoey knows there is something to tell. They sit. They drink.
âZoey, you wouldnât hurt Rumi, right?â Mira says.
Rumi cringes. Straight into it, I guess
âNo!â Zoey says. Then she considers a little. âWell, like, not on purpose. I know I do it sometimes because I can getââ
âWhat if I were bad?â Rumi asks, cutting her off.
Zoey has the response Mira wishes she could. She literally canât grasp the idea. Just frozen.
âWhat if I were an evil, soul-sucking demon?â We almost thought I would be when they reached my heart. I donât know where the line actually is but I know Iâve been lying to you for so long that that feels worse than these ever have
âThen you wouldnât be Rumi,â Zoey points out, but sheâs ready to play along
Mira makes the executive decision that that should remain an inside thought. âSheâs right.â
Her own voice echoes back at her: Aw, youâve got the patterns, now youâve gotta die