Marceline walked through the streets of the still-under-construction Candy Kingdom, her hands in her jacket's pockets and her mouthshut, curved downwards into a frown. Several construction workers dot the streets, putting up walls and buildings. Her mind races as she wonders how best she can break the news to PB. Not paying much attention to her path, she accidentally bumps into one worker. "'Ey!" he grunts.
"Sorry, bud," she quietly apologizes, then sees the princess behind him, welding a piece of electrical equipment to the wall. With a sigh, she walks towards her.
As Bonnibel notices her presence and raises her welding mask, Marceline softly says, "Well, I'm out."
The princess' heart drops as she immediately realizes what the Vampire Queen is talking about; she promised a close friend of several centuries—someone she's known longer than Bubblegum—that she'd move into their apartment building and help them start up a band. "Y-your residency in the Primordial Filth Kingdom? It's today?"
"Yeah." Marceline averts her gaze, trying her hardest to keep her emotions in check. "For six months."
"Oh…" Bonnibel stands up sadly, then puts on a nervous smile. "Well, I'll practically be done with all this when you're back. We can hang out in my cool new kingdom."
She leaned forward and embraced Marceline, who halfheartedly returned the gesture and responded, "Yeah. We'll hang."
Bubblegum wakes up to the sound of an alarm blaring. With a yawn, she checks the monitor: the coolant valve is jammed. "Already?"
She quickly puts on her spacesuit and enters the airlock, sealing the door behind her as she exits the ship. Bright, unadulterated sunlight shines onto her face, sweat instantly rising on her face where it hits, while the flesh in the shadows is cold, even breaking out into occasional goosebumps. With one hand held firmly onto her anchor rope, she moves to the maintenance hatch and pulls it open, then grabs out her tools one at a time, making sure that none of them float away as she begins repairing the coolant systems. "These parts are so finicky… huh?"
About four hundred meters from her current position, she notices an abnormal cluster of space rocks. She quickly repairs the coolant system and climbs back into her ship, then pilots it towards the strange collection of asteroids. She soon notices a pair of leaflans moving them, and immediately assumes they're writing out another insult for her.
Once more disembarking her ship, she spacewalks out to the leaflans, hearing a bit of their conversation.
"Sick," one, a lighter-colored one says. "Very sick."
"Our most cutting yet?" the second, this one darker than the first, responds.
"Princess Chlorophyll will be pleased."
"And Bubblegum's gonna eat stars!"
The lighter one laughs. "I can already see her dumb face." They pose dramatically while doing a very poor imitation of a vaguely-female voice. "It's true… I am so bad!"
"Ha ha, owned."
Bonnibel stops just behind the lighter one, who remains unaware of her presence and continues his mockery. The other one, however, sees her, their face going blank with fear. "Why oh why am I so inferior to the leaflan, despite dedicating my entire idiotic life to 'science'?" He notices his friend's look of shock. "What, is she behind me?"
He smirks and turns around, his eyes shut for the purpose of his joke. "Welcome to space, O' mighty Princess Bubblegum of the dirt crawling—" The lighter leaflan opens his eyes to see the princess floating in front of him, then starts to scream for a brief moment before suddenly exploding, mushy green bits splattering everywhere.
Both figures bring their arms up to protect them, then Bonnibel stares with wide, shocked eyes.
"Sorry, princess," the darker leaflan apologizes, scratching the back of his leafy body. "The scenario was just too unlikely for him."
"How 'bout that," she responds, wiping some of the leaflan remains from her suit.
"Yeah. Makes you think." With a sigh, the dark green leaflan turns and begins floating away. "Sorry about the mess."
Bonnibel raises a hand towards him, "Actually, can you take me to see Prince Chlorophyll? I have something important to discuss." She shrugs and puts on a comedic grin. "I figure that's worth a laundry cycle or two."
Marceline stares off into space, the vast array of starts far greater than what she could see on Earth, even though she lives in a place with little to no light pollution. For a brief moment, she thinks she sees a slight glimmer of pink, and an array of conflicted emotions rise up in her. "Come, Marceline," Ambassador Marro, the wolf-like figure orders, redirecting her attention. "It's best not to stare at the end."
The two walk across the asteroid, the Vampire Queen getting used to telepathic communication as he directs her towards their main settlement. "At first glance our world may seem barren, " he says as they walk through the village's entrance, "but we have much to offer." They walk through a marketplace, various stalls set up and selling many wares, some leaf-based, others made from a glowing goo, and more simply seeming to be made from normal materials. "Our people have built a comfortable life in just a few generations."
"What's up with all the leaves?" Marceline asks, noticing that almost all of the textiles and fabrics are replaced by leaves and repurposed foliage.
"Oh yes the leaflan are… galactic allies, of sorts. They provide us with every organic comfort…" he grabs a jar of glowing liquid, "in exchange for this!"
"Right… my next question."
The small wolf-man returns the jar to its vender and resumes walking. "Glo is harvested from the rocks, which capture energy and light from the stars."
Marceline marvels at the many different colors of glo around, some held in jars, others being molded by lupine people, and she notices some of it even rising from the land itself and freely floating around. "It's so beautiful! We have nothing like this at home."
"It's the very essence of our being! We live by its nurturing, rejuvenating properties."
Back in the shuttle, Bonnibel activates her suit's mic and detaches the sustainer rocket, leaving just her shuttle to go on. "Disengaged," she says, although she is unsure if Peppermint Butler is even at the controls anymore. She closes her eyes and takes a breath, then quickly begins tapping buttons and flipping switches, making sure the shuttle is optimally functioning as she heads towards her next destination.
"I understand, Ambassador Marro," Marceline calmly states after hearing the end of the small lupine figure's tour. "I feel it, too." Her eyes lock on an acoustic guitar nestled alongside various broken bits of instruments, another wolf-like person manning the stand. "Yo. Is that what I think it is?" she asks, getting closer. After seeing it can still play, she picks it up with a smile. She glances at the person tending the stall. "Can I borrow this? I promise I'll do something cool with it."
The small wolfman shrugs. "You're hotter than me, so yes."
With a smile, Marceline strums the strings, but frowns as no sound comes out. "Right… no air, no sound."
"Sorry, my friend," Ambassador Marro says.
"S'alright. Just got excited for a moment." With a sigh, she slings the guitar onto her back.
"I understand. We tuffbone pine for rarity as well." They continue walking. "Out planet and our people are nomadic by nature. A powerful magnetic force keeps us blissfully on the move. But recently the magnetic force has dissipated. We don't know where it's gone."
"Magnetic force…" Marceline mumbles, thinking back to her vision of getting shocked some time before Bonnibel sent her into space, as well as the three days she spent in a lightning-induced coma.
Marro decides to redirect the conversation. "But this is not your concern. There is much for you to see!"
The glo continues to grow along the land around her, creating bright, multicolored blotches on the grey dusty surface. She feels a slight breeze rustle her hair, an updraft coming from the glowing substance.
Walking into the Leaflan's palace, Bonnibel is taken through hallways of dull metal, whose color changes from a faded purple to a greyed red, a desaturated blue to a dull green, and everywhere in between. There are lights in the ground and walls, which seem to be multicolored goo within a glass capsule. Her suit detects slight oxygen emissions from them.
As she enters the throne room, she sees the Leaflan she had briefly imprisoned sat on his throne with a 2x2 Rubik's cube. "Prince Chlorophyll," one of the leaflans within the room begins, "the Princess Bubblegum." The prince tosses his cube over his shoulder and looks at Bubblegum with interest.
Stepping forward, Bonnibel says, "Your Majesty, I come to you in the midst of an urgent mission."
"Oh yeah?" Chlorophyll responds, posing flamboyantly on his throne. "Tell me, how old do you think I am?"
This takes Bubblegum by surprise. "...Excuse me?" She notices the various leaflans around the room nervously glancing between themselves. "Um… fif… teen?" A piercing silence as all eyes turn to her. "Thirteen?" she continues guessing. "Twelve? Nine?"
"Guards! Vaporize her!" the Leaflan orders.
"Please, highness!" one of the servants pleads. "The princess is standing so far away, my lord! She can barely see your glorious facial hair! Remember, our friends in Ooo lack the acutely precise vision that all leaflan are gifted from birth!" He glances at Bonnibel with a certain look in his eye. "But you see it now, don't you, Princess?"
"Yes!" she cries. "And what a difference it makes!"
Prince Chlorophyll begins stroking his moustache as his servant breathes a sigh of relief. "Hmm, yes. It does complement my features nicely. Now… what do you want?"
"I need two skilled navigators. Your know-how of space is essential to my quest."
"Princess," the Leaflan sighs, "surely you know how bored the leaflan are by your primitive notions of... 'space exploration'? The infinite black is but a playground to us. As intrinsic as life itself."
"Yes… but this isn't just any mission. It's," she pauses and smirks, "an emotionally wrought one!"
All around the room, everyone gasps and begins clamoring. "Do tell us!" "Oh please lay it on us!"
"...And no leaflan can resist a good bit of gossip!"
"Is it a mission of love?" the prince inquires.
"It is…" she sighs and looks down, "a quest for forgiveness."
"Maybe… this is good," Bonnibel proposed as Marceline faced away from her, standing in the shadows created by the partially-completed walls.
"What's good?"
"That… y'know. That you get to do this thing you wanna do! And you're not just waiting around for… like…"
"For you?" Marceline spat, far harsher than she intended it to come out.
Bonnibel glowered and lowered her mask back over her face, returning to her work. "Have a good trip, Marceline."
The Vampire Queen lingered for a few moments more, then walked off, kicking herself for being so rude in the last time she'll see Bubblegum for almost half a year.
Behind her, she heard Bonnibel give one final address. "Hope you find what you need."
The next day, wearing a new dress woven from leaves, Marceline sits sadly on a ridge, remembering that last time she and PB had fallen out, it started from them being separated on bad terms as well, and that things are far worse this time around. She tries to convince herself to forgive her friend, but even in her desperation not to lose her best friend again, she fails to find the resolve to do so.
"Marceline!" one of the tuffbone calls. "The globath is ready!"
She drops to the ground and heads toward the bubbling pool of glo. A soft breeze runs from it, and air fills her lungs; a welcome sensation, after having been in vacuum since she woke up on the stone bed. One bubble rises up and pops in front of her face, startling her enough that she drops the guitar into the glo.
It hits, sinking midway into the surface and causing the color to change from a semi-dark teal, radiating out in rings of magenta, yellow, and various other colors. It rotates in the liquid, glowing slightly as it becomes saturated by the liquid. She lifts it up and steps into the glo, and is surprised to find that it isn't wet; strangely enough, the feeling reminds her of the slime she would play with as a kid, before the Mushroom War.
She glances nervously around, seeing all the tuffbones' eyes are on her, then begins playing the guitar The globath begins changing color once more, rings of bright color radiating out from her as she plays. Because of the gasses released by the pool, she can actually hear herself play. A smile arises on her face, and the glo even begins rising around her body, like a slow-motion wave. By the time she's finished, the edges of the pool are cresting in large, multicolored waves of glowing liquid. She stares in awe, the kaleidoscopic light shining down on her from all directions.
With a smile, she moves onto another song, and as the pool continues to slowly, almost hypnotically dance to her music, the air begins to fill with small electrical sparks.
"Where did she come from, Ambassador?" one Tuffbone asks Marro.
"She is like us, young one. A creature of the stars. Home is everywhere the soul takes her. Everywhere and nowhere."
As this occurs, Bonnibel is in talks with the Leaflan. "It should be a simple transaction," the prince said, stroking his moustache as Bubblegum watched his transmission on her monitor.
"And this… 'glo'... you're sure it's easy to find where we're going?"
"Uh, yeah. We leaflan know this kinda thing innately. Your friend is sitting on a pile of it as we speak." He smirks. "And that's why we're the keepers of nice things. I plan to put this new batch by my bedside."
"And what if I tail to find you any?"
A cold smile rises on Prince Chlorophyll's face. "Then I guess you won't be saving your friend, will you?"
Bonnibel's eyes widen, then she nervously leans forward, resting her head on one hand. A brief moment of silence passes, only to be broken by the leaflan within her shuttle.
"See the Leafs game last night?" one asks.
The other responds, "Yeah, man. Real barn-burner."
Back on the tuffbone asteroid, Marceline writes lyrics on a leaf as she sits in the center of a network of wires, connecting her glo-saturated acoustic guitar to several globs of the semi-gelatinous substance. She begins playing, watching as blue electricity visible runs along the cables, jumping from one glo blob to the next.
"Truly incredible," Marro exclaims.
"I can't believe it, grandpa," his granddaughter, Brisket, gasps as he empties a sparking capsule made from a bone into the glo tank on her back. "The Spark that will elevate our world."
The Vampire Queen stands up, checking over her lyrics as she walks over to the two tuffbones. "Yo Marcy, wanna touch it?" Brisket asks, holding her jar up.
She chuckles, not wanting to get near the electricity; when she's the one controlling it, that's one thing, but she's had some bad recent electrical mishaps. "Eh heh, I'm good! I can see it from here."
"Please excuse my granddaughter, Marceline," Marro sighs. "It is rare that we see the Spark these days."
The half-demon puts her guitar on her back and begins walking back towards the tuffbone village. "So this energy force can move the island through space?"
"Yes. Would'd've thought a visitor from another world could provide it. And if you'll let us use it…"
"For sure, Ambassador Marro! I'm just happy to be inspired."
Brisket looks to Marceline with admiration. "Your inspiration, as you call it, is our first step to cosmic utopia. With the Spark, we can travel halfway across the galaxy. To true leaflan independence!"
"That's enough!" Marro interrupts. "The leaflan are our generous and handsome friends. We do not speak ill of them."
"Handsome, eh?" Marceline jokes; she knows full-well what they look like.
"Supposedly, the leaflan can hear our thoughts through space," Marro's granddaughter think-whispers. "It's common tuffbone superstition. Since the dawn of our world, we've paid tribute to the ancient King Kale. He provided us with many comforts, in exchange for our natural resources." She sighs. "But as generations have gone by, our wealth has depleted. We long for a life and an ecosystem of our own. Your music gives us the hope that, at long last, we can break away." Marceline nervously holds her guitar's strap, feeling pity for the tuffbones and wanting to do all she can to help them.
After a quick break, they return to the Spark setup, but the Vampire Queen is still somewhat despondent as Brisket attaches the wires to her guitar.
"Is something wrong, my friend?" Marro asks.
Marceline sighs, crossing her arms. "I want to help, it's just… I can't guarantee how long I'll have the Spark. I've lost it before."
"I suppose that's true." Marro puts a hand on her arm. "But we are a community. No task is your burden alone. If you're one of us, we will support you."
They notice Brisket staring at something in the sky, and as they turn to look, they see two lights lowering down; one pink and one green.
Far above, at the source of the lights, Bonnibel looks down at the asteroid, unable to make out any specific details or figures. "Can this be it…?" she asks.
One of the leaflans scoffs at her question. "We're seldom wrong."
"On this barren world… can she really be here?"
"Stay close," Marro orders as the lights draw steadily closer, Marceline and the tuffbones all hiding behind a small ridge. "We don't know who they are. Could be space scavengers or pirates…"
Marceline stands up and squints at the light. "That… pink…" As it gets closer, she begins to see the lights take on more humanoid shapes, and she suddenly realizes who's coming down.
She stands up, although Marro calls after her. "Wait!"
As she watches, Bonnibel drops from the sky, their eyes meeting as she slowly descends. The princess lands a few feet from the Vampire Queen, both unsure what to do. Marceline remains silent, so Bubblegum begins speaking first.
"Marceline, I'm, uh—" she looks away nervously, her friend visible conflicted. Tapping her helmet, she nervously lets out a psychic chuckle. "I'm still getting used to this telepathy thing!" She takes a breath to focus herself, then offers her hand. "I'm here to bring you home."
The Vampire Queen stares at her for a moment, then whips around and marches off without a word.
"Wait! Marcy, if you'd just—" Several tuffbones begin climbing over the ridge to bring Marceline back in with them, and Bonnibel misinterprets this as them about to attack. "Look out!" she cries, whipping one arm up and firing a wrist laser at one, hitting it between the eyes and causing it to cry out in pain.
"Hey!" Marceline shouts. "Everyone's just a hostile to you, eh? Fire and ask questions later?"
"I thought—"
The Vampire Queen marches up to Bonnibel, fury written across her face. "Guess what, space babe? What you think isn't the law here. These guys welcomes me. We're here for each other." She turns and crosses her arms with a grunt. "But I guess I understand you better than ever, Bonnie." Walking into the tuffbones, she adds, "I won't be going home."
She sits on a rock, facing away from Bonnibel with a look more of anguish than anger. The princess stares after her, looking visibly hurt and unsure of how to react.
Suddenly, Brisket shouts, "Get away! They've got—"
A net shoots out, catching both her and Marceline in it before she can finish. Bonnibel whirls around to see one of the leaflans holding the net gun, quickly sliding another capsule in. "Leaflan! You—"
She gets shot as well, thrown back and landing beside the two other restrained figures.
"Boy, thanks for hte warm welcome, folks!" the leaflan laughs as he stands over them. "Just makin' a quick pit stop. That's some nice Spark you got, pup! We'll take it to go!" They snatch it from Brisket's paws.
"No!" she cries. Marceline begins tearing away at the net, using claws and fangs to rip herself free as Bonnibel tries to line up a shot with her wrist laser on the betrayers.
"Keep thinking good thoughts about us, honeysucklers!"
With that, the leaflans climb into the princess' ship as the Vampire Queen gets to her feet, then they blast off, the flames blasting the ground and threatening to throw her back again. Both women watch as the ship flies off, wobbling as the leaflans struggle to pilot it; Bonnibel looks on in shock, while Marceline does so in anger. She turns and stomps off as the princess, staring in disbelief, takes a seat on the ground.
Four hours later, Marceline is back to generating Spark. In a small cave, the tuffbones are setting up glo and wiring them together as the Vampire Queen tries to play, but can't keep playing for longer than a few moments before falling prey to self-doubt.
Bonnibel walks in to find her slumped over her guitar, sighing. "So, uh… rewiring my laser cannon as a transmitter didn't work, but it weirdly functions as a guitar tuner, if you… want to… uh…" Marceline turns away, not wanting to even look at her. "Can't you try to let me help? Could you even just pretend?!"
"I'm not down with pretending we're cool," Marceline jeers, the turmoil between her and Bonnibel of the past few months finally taking form. "That's your scene."
The princess tries to keep her emotions in check; she doesn't want to make this any worse. "I forgive you for wrecking my lab, y'know! With your sparkly, glowy, whatever!" She glares after the Vampire Queen as she leaves the cave, but her grimace turns to a simple regretful look of longing.
Brisket comes up behind Marceline. "Things are weird with you and the princess, huh?"
"Since the beginning of time."
"I see…"
Changing the subject, Marceline asks, "How's the glo reading, Brisket?"
"Well… not great. We need at least half a jar of glo to make out migration." She perks up. "But we'll keep going, eh? I'm sure your inspo will kick in eventually."
"Yeah…" Marceline sighs, sitting on a rock and burying her face in her hands. "I told Marro this would happen. I knew I'd let you all down."
"How, exactly?" Marro asks, walking over to the two.
"By seeming like this limitless source of creative energy!" She turns away and pulls her knees to her chest. "And now you really need me… and the well's run dry."
"Listen, Marceline." The tuffbone ambassador takes a seat. "Shortly before you arrived, we used out last bit of Spark to send out a distress call. We expected nothing… but the galaxy sent you!" He takes her hands in his paws. "We are no worse off than before, but we found a friend in you. What a rare thing that is."
Marceline looks down into the faces of the tuffbones in front of her, smiling softly as Bonnibel watches on, full of remorse. Raising her guitar, the Vampire Queen begins a new song, the tuffbones taking hands and swaying along with the tune.
"Life is lonely, but unlikely too, so take my hand and we'll be fine." The glo begins pulsating and glowing brighter. "Together see the world anew, and watch the stars align." A blue glow rises from the crowd as Spark begins climbing up the tuffbones' fur. "Lonely but unlikely…"
The wolf-like creatures join in singing. "Yeah, yeah yeah!"
Suddenly getting an idea, Bonnibel interrupts, suggesting, "Let's repair the capsule!"
"Woah, woah woah."
"Capsule…?" Marceline asks.
"The one I—" the princess pauses to rephrase. "That Marceline arrived in. Do you still have the pieces?"
One of the tuffbones steps forward, wearing a pink suit made from scraps of the capsule. "We, uh… didn't know they were useful. Do they need it back?"
"Tell you what. You can keep the shorts."
"Good!" The tuffbone smiles. "You don't want them!"
"Excuse me?!" Marceline stands up, leaving her guitar on the ground. "You think that just because you have an actual way back I'm just going to change my mind? I said I'm not going back, and I'm a woman of my word."
Hearing this, Bonnibel looks visibly hurt, and the Vampire Queen's resolve almost breaks. "Please, Marcy. I didn't want—"
"I'm tired of your excuses, Bonnie. I'm not heading back."
"Why are you acting like this?" the princess cries, her eyes growing wet.
"Well, why'd you send me into space?!" Marceline snaps back, turning away so she won't see PB's tears.
Bubblegum puts a hand on her friend's shoulder, only to have it pushed off. "Please, I didn't want to do this. But something was happening with you, and I panicked. All the candy people were right there and I didn't want them to get hurt and—"
"I get it. You decided that it would be easier to send your best friend into space than to actually find out what was happening." Marceline shakes her head. "You haven't changed one bit. I told myself that you were a better person, but you really aren't." She marches off, leaving a trail of heavy prints in the grey dust.
"Marceline! Please!" Bonnibel calls after her, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry! I…"
All of the tuffbones watch as she goes down the cliff face, her head soon dropping beneath the ridge. The princess stands still, hanging her head as her tears drop from her face. After a brief moment, she girds herself and sets off after her friend, following her prints.
The tracks lead to a dead end at the bottom of the slope, and she assumes Marceline had flown past this point. Bubblegum glances around, tears still in her eyes, then sighs and slowly heads back up to the cave.
Perched invisibly, Marceline watches her from a ledge midway up the rock face. Her emotions in conflict, she pushes off and flies off, a few rebellious tears rising in her eyes and dropping off. She can't stay away for long, though, heading to the village after a few hours. Even still, although she stays with the tuffbones, she can't bear to face Bonnibel after what she said, actively avoiding her and any potential confrontation. The closest to actual communication is them occasionally using some tuffbones—usually Brisket and Marro—as middlemen between them. These rarely go anywhere, however.
This goes on for several days before any progress is made between the two. On the ninth day, though, Bonnibel actually considers letting her stay on the asteroid with the tuffbones. As soon as the thought appears in her mind, however, she quells it and scolds herself, being careful not to project herself to those around her. She absently strolls across the asteroid and finds herself at the globath, still full of liquid. Marceline is sat at its edge, and even from a fair distance, she can see she's sobbing.
She carefully approaches her friend, almost like confronting a dangerous creature. The UI on her suit notifies her that there is a certain radius around the globath which has enough oxygen emitted by the glo to be able to safely breathe, for a time. "Marcy?"
The Vampire Queen doesn't look at her. "Go away, Bonnie."
"Please, I don't want to fight any more, and I don't think you want to either."
"Well, you should've thought of that before you shot me into space."
"I already told you: I panicked. I don't think you care, but I'm sorry—I really am. That's why I came to bring you back." She reaches her friend and gently places a hand on her shoulder. The Vampire Queen, grunts and stands up, floating across the pool of glo to put distance between them.
"What are you acting like this Marcy?" Bonnibel pleads, desperately running around the pool's edge to reach her. "I don't want us to be like this. Not again. Please, just come back. We can put this all behind us, and go back to how it was."
Once she gets too close, Marceline floats away again. "I can't come back, Bonnie. I really—" She harshly sighs. "Listen, I just can't."
Tears begin to rise in Bonnibel's eyes. "What's your problem?! Is it me? If it is, at least tell me!" Marceline doesn't respond. "Just tell me what I can do to make it up to you!" She takes off her helmet with a hiss as her suit depressurizes. "Please! I'll do whatever you want!"
"You can't do anything," Marceline replies, gritting her teeth in an attempt to avoid tearing up herself. "Besides," she quietly adds, "you aren't the problem."
This throws Bonnibel for a loop. "What?!" She tries to catch up with the Vampire Queen again, following her around the edge of the pool, but every time she closes the distance, she floats out of reach again. "Why are you avoiding me? We're supposed to be best friends!"
"I can't talk about it. Not to you."
"Why not?!" She stares at Marceline across the pool, her pace becoming a slow trudge. "At least look at me!"
Again, she doesn't do anything. Bubblegum closes the distance, Marcline not even trying to stay away anymore, and grabs her hand. "Just tell me what's—"
She gets cut off as Marceline whirls around and clasps her hands behind her head, then pulls her close and plants a deep kiss on her mouth. Bonnibel, paralyzed by surprise, doesn't react until after they've already separated.
"That's why," she says before turning invisible once more.
After a moment, Bonnibel slowly comes to terms with what had just happened. She drops to her knees and touches the tips of her fingers to her lips, shocked. She looks around with wide eyes, then laughs and wipes away the tears from her eyes. "It all makes sense now."