"Let me rephrase. If something eats you, I know I'm getting blamed for it, and you have the survival skills of an infant." Seth strolled over to sit a good distance away from Kitty on the same wall, tipping his head back and looking at the stars and the edge of the space ship hovering above.
"If you have to cry, go cry inside." He turned his head and looked at her, still detached--not disinterested, exactly, but detached. He wished he had their camera, but the faulty recording of memory would have to do. If he did anything dramatic, he'd make sure it was after he got the camera.
The other thing was that he didn't have much else to do besides picking brains apart like fluff. Jonah didn't exactly flaunt his greater power, but they also hadn't had the chance to show it off in front of many people. Seth wasn't looking forward to being the fragile twin twice over. It had been bad enough when it was the two of them separated by physical differences, but now Seth was still lesser even when whole, and they were going to have an audience.
The finger he had severed didn't really hurt anymore. That wouldn't have made sense. But it twinged every so often, even though it was whole, and Seth didn't know why. All he knew was that it pissed him off, and for a moment he considered as an idle fantasy what beating someone's face (not Kitty, specifically, although she was closest--this was a vague fantasy, as vague as a nondescript cheerleader pornographic alternative would play out for a normal boy) in with a brick. Physical violence was crude, assuredly, but he had felt better for a while when he was bleeding himself. Doing it to someone else might be the next step in emotion.