Genna didn't care. She didn't care about anything or anyone. Gwyn had gotten to sleep through everything, all of it and now she was telling her it was all Genna's fault. She was siding with their mother. She didn't care at all that Genna had cried and cried for her or that all the city had died or any of it. And now Gwyn wanted to go back and thought everything would be okay? It wouldn't. It never would. And she thought it was Genna's fault.
Genna wanted to scream until someone picked her up and fixed it. But that never happened. Not really. And Jenny knew better.
She looked up at Jorry and knew they were in trouble. They'd like as not get beaten bloody for the mask and there'd be no supper for days if he was mad enough.
"We were playing and it broke," she lied. She didn't look at Gwyn. Instead she kept her eyes on Jorry and let the tears keep falling. If he punished her, Gwyn could take off tonight. And good riddance.
Jenny bit her lip and tried not to sniffle. "It w-was my fault. I thought we should practice with them. And then it... it got broke."