...ow did you--?”
“I saw you out the window. I used to visit once in awhile...”
Buttercup hesitated to speak. “I'm not taking advantage of Bubbles. She... we... We were alone. You left us. I don't know how it started exactly. I think Bubbles was crying and she wouldn't stop so...”
“So?” Blossom raised a brow.
“I touched her a little and she started to calm down. I said I wouldn't do it again, but she started to approach me.” She shook her head. “It's the only way for her to forget-- for a short while at least. Blossom, it doesn't have to be this way. You can always come back home.”
“I'm not going to fight you, Buttercup,” Blossom said blandly. She used to say those words heatedly, almost in a motherly tone. She turned away. As she closed the door behind her she heard Buttercup sputtering from the shock, then pause, inhaling.
Blossom flinched under the truth and from then on those words reverberated in her thoughts.
They stayed up countless nights perfecting the final plans, mostly contained Mojo putting in the details, then asking her if there were any loopholes. It was grating to dig up these holes and fill them in. It almost seemed impossible to make a flawless plan.
Now that she was actively embracing her job as “plan checker” (and said plans didn't involve her sisters' annih...