I feel her words against my hair and I close my eyes until I can hear them too. I'm safe. I'm safe and I believe her. I don't have to see her colors to know, that I'm safe and that she loves me and her dress is wet from the tears when I pull back. "I'm sorry. Your- Your dress and the dishes and--" I didn't mean to. I didn't, but I never mean to and that doesn't matter, the meaning, at the end when the fire comes and there's nobody left.

I wipe my face and look at Hermia. "Don't wanna hurt anybody. Not ever. And then I get angry and I do and... I'm sorry. I'll do better! I promise I will. I'll try!"