Chase didn't even entirely realize Marco was still in the room until he started talking. That...surprised him a little, though it didn't exactly take away from the anger he aimed toward the door frame now that Juno was gone. He had enough sense to recognize that it wasn't often that his anger wasn't directed at Marco, and he found himself releasing a quiet, bitter laugh at that. Still, he didn't interrupt, finally just closing his eyes and listening, and waiting.
And yes, maybe Kiley would be back. Probably according to both Marco and Juno, even though he'd never count either of them as really knowing anything more than he did. The stubborn, livid part of him told him that just because they didn't know something, or hadn't tried something, didn't mean that he wouldn't be able to do something more.
"Not...everyone didn't remember," he replied quietly after a few seconds. He shook his head, aiming his gaze downwards, not trusting that he wouldn't be able to look at Marco without incidentally shooting daggers at him. "Before. Not everyone. Not Reggie, not-...They did things that scared them, that hurt them."
He cut himself off, knowing that the next part was personal, and that Marco was probably the last person he should tell, but right now he was the only person. "Kiley...got left behind. Before...here. Back home. Someone she was with. He just left her by herself a long way from home, like she wasn't anything." He finally looked at Marco, squeezing himself again, his anger turning to frantic uncertainty. "What if she's not just sleeping? What if They made her think we just abandoned her?" He shook his head. "I know, I know we can't- we might not be able to do anything, but what if we can?"