And as she fought with her tears, Terezi seemed to just kind of get it. She wanted to sob. Even if she believed she'd end up somewhere else, she didn't want it to be without Naminé. She didn't want Peter Quill gone. She wanted that stupid king in his stupid wheelchair growling ideas on how to rule properly at the Elven Lord back again. She knew she could cope, but she didn't want to.

And as she fought with the tears, Terezi closed her eyes and brought her lips up to Naminé's ear and whispered. "You crying because you'll miss me is a good memory, Naminé."