Jaina wasn’t entirely sure why his stomach was growling at the subject of civilized cannibals and blood-thirsty gods but she supposed it didn’t matter. Maybe he was just weird. A different kind of weird than she was used to, but weird nonetheless. Maybe angels ate cannibals. She wasn’t sure how weird that would be, or how they’d even be able to figure out who was and wasn’t a cannibal without actually creeping around watching them, but whatever. She wasn’t going to judge.
>"You thought wrong. Way off course with that one, sweetheart. You didn't save my life and I was fine. End of story."
He was stupid. Stubborn and proud, but he had nothing to back himself up with, no weapon and no proof that he’d be able to keep himself safe. Why did he think she’d believe him? Did he seriously think she was an idiot? “Whatever you sa-ayy,” she said in a slightly sing-song tone, rolling her eyes. It was clear she didn’t believe a word he was saying, but she wasn’t going to argue anymore. She knew she was right, and whether he wanted to admit it or not so did he, so that was all that mattered. This time. Some arguments, that wasn’t the case for, but this she was sure she could afford to let go.
>"And you're also wrong about the angels. How do you think I got here? How's about everyone else? We didn't all just slip on a pair of ruby red, sparkly slippers, click our heels together three times, and say 'there's no place like the end of the world' over and over again until we got here.... Angels. More specifically, my pain in the ass brother, Zachariah. He's here somewhere, hiding..."
Jaina reached out as far as she could, closing her eyes for a moment, head tilting over so far it practically rested against her shoulder, searching for anything that felt like angel. There was nothing. Nothing but this damaged one in front of her, and she wondered if he was right, or if he was just making things up, confused like she was, edging towards madness because being suddenly made weak was enough to do that, she knew it was. She opened her eyes again to look at him, straightening up and shaking her head. “I don’t feel him. Any of them.” Her tone was cautious, like she was trying to break bad news to him gently, “If he’s here, he’s either broken too, or far, far away.”
He made a face when she showed him the food she’d brought - "I think I'd rather starve." - and she shrugged, starting to push them back into the bag. “Suit yourself. Shrivel up and die, if you want,” as if she wouldn’t really mind that at all. She’d be kinda sad, if he did, actually, because aside from Jacen he was the first person she’d seen in a while, and she kinda liked having company that wasn’t trying to make her meditate or turn her mind around or make her control her emotions.
She liked her emotions the way they were - messy, conflicting, confusing, and free - thank you very much.
His stomach was very loud. She frowned at him, somewhere between an unspoken seriously? and an equally silent offer still stands because it wasn’t like she’d put everything away, yet, so it wasn’t a bother to get him something if he really wanted one. If he ever decided not to be so proud about everything, geez.
>"...any chocolate in 'em?"
Jaina picked up a couple of the bars, looking at them and then holding one out, “Chocolate chip.”