-Gonzales's POV-
"Oh, come on, Emika!" I sigh in frustration. "Why won't you speak to me?"
Emika just stares at me, her ears perked forward.
I sigh again, frowning. I fold my arms, searching her face. "How are we going to make a plan if there's no way to communicate?"
She shrugs, giving me a sad look.
"Don't be sad. It's not your fault," I say, pulling her into a hug. "We'll figure something out."
"You really think so?"
I blink, confused. That was Emika's voice.
"Gonzales?"
She was staring up at me, a concerned look on her face.
"Wh-what?" I stutter, glancing down at her.
"Do you really think we'll figure something out?"
"Y-yeah," I say slowly. "How are you doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"That! Talking wihout moving your mouth!" I reply quietly.
"I don't know. I just do," she shrugs.
I stay quiet for a moment. "Well, we should be thinking about a plan."
"Right," she nods, then everything goes quiet. "I've got one!"
"Okay, tell me," I say, recovering from surprise jumpscare.
"I could go back to them, act like I escaped. I could earn their trust again. Then make them think that everybody is against them. Destroy them from the inside out."
"That... is a great idea!" I grin, chuckling. "You really are evil."
"I try," she smiles up at me, beaming.
"We'll run the plan to Barrel and discuss it, then go from there," I say, placing a light kiss on her nose.