[ She doesn't respond. Without sparing a glance at either of them again (it's hard, harder than it should be, staring straight ahead and keeping her breathing even and not letting out the scream that's sitting just behind her ribs because nothing is fucking fair--), Vi picks up her bike and begins walking it away from the both of them.
There's a twisting, jealous knot inside her gut, nestled there amongst the other painful tangles of loss and homesickness and anger.
They get to have each other. She hadn't missed the touches, the looks. Whatever had happened between them after the mere glimpse she'd seen of Jayce fighting Viktor, it seems they take comfort in each other's presence now.
And that comfort, that togetherness, only drives the knife in deeper to expose her loneliness all the more.
Yeah, maybe they're her best shot. Vi understands that. Even if they didn't have anything to do with her being here, Jayce and Viktor probably have the very best chance of figuring out a way home (more than her, at least, and that stings too). But she can't listen to that right now. She can't bear the possibility, right now, of having to work together.
If she's going to be alone, she may as well go be alone all by herself. At least until the pain dulls, somewhat. Maybe.
Vi's engine roars to life, filling the tense silence. She leaves behind a cloud of dust, disappearing into the horizon. ]
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There's a twisting, jealous knot inside her gut, nestled there amongst the other painful tangles of loss and homesickness and anger.
They get to have each other. She hadn't missed the touches, the looks. Whatever had happened between them after the mere glimpse she'd seen of Jayce fighting Viktor, it seems they take comfort in each other's presence now.
And that comfort, that togetherness, only drives the knife in deeper to expose her loneliness all the more.
Yeah, maybe they're her best shot. Vi understands that. Even if they didn't have anything to do with her being here, Jayce and Viktor probably have the very best chance of figuring out a way home (more than her, at least, and that stings too). But she can't listen to that right now. She can't bear the possibility, right now, of having to work together.
If she's going to be alone, she may as well go be alone all by herself. At least until the pain dulls, somewhat. Maybe.
Vi's engine roars to life, filling the tense silence. She leaves behind a cloud of dust, disappearing into the horizon. ]