It was all well and good for most of the people at the circus, who were super old and super powerful and didn't even remember what it was like to be scared of normal everyday idiot men, but Mona was afraid. She'd had enough run-ins with shitty boys in her life to know what it was like to feel vulnerable.
And Dia wanted to take her back to confront them? Mona didn't even think she could stand up on her own two legs without them shaking under her so badly she'd topple over. "I don't want to," Mona told her, her voice rising as she licked her lips and shook her head again. "Please, they can have my things, I don't give a crap anymore, but I'm not going back there!"
She was sure Dia was tough and strong in some mysterious ways and that nothing would happen to Mona if Dia was insisting they go back, but that didn't mean she wanted to. No one had ever held a knife to Mona's throat before.