Let's commit the perfect crime.
There's the faint knowledge that she'll be fretting over the window later, but it seems like such a trivial thing when her unflappable brother is flinching and her always calm sister is raging and Jack is just gone. The world seems to have turned upside down and she's not really sure what to do with herself, the confusion cascading and swirling like a shattered illusion that she can't grasp, instead shifting it to protective anger and indignation.
She can't understand Jack's reasoning, but she doesn't need to. He's made his decision and it's screwing everything up. But Caly's question - sharp and pained - has her reeling, frustrated and refusing to let Flora and her stupid romances ruin what they have, what they've built here in Torchline. "Why would we leave? They're the problem." Gritting her teeth that are looking particularly sharp, Nova looks between them, an ice storm forming in her eyes as much as the tips of her fingers. "We should stay and make their lives a living hell." This isn't just an insult, this is a declaration of war that she intends to make them regret.
She can't understand Jack's reasoning, but she doesn't need to. He's made his decision and it's screwing everything up. But Caly's question - sharp and pained - has her reeling, frustrated and refusing to let Flora and her stupid romances ruin what they have, what they've built here in Torchline. "Why would we leave? They're the problem." Gritting her teeth that are looking particularly sharp, Nova looks between them, an ice storm forming in her eyes as much as the tips of her fingers. "We should stay and make their lives a living hell." This isn't just an insult, this is a declaration of war that she intends to make them regret.
Nova
I'll steal your heart, and you steal mine.
