The next place Fia found herself was in the middle of a field. Multicolored flowers spanned across it, sparkling from the midmorning dew. 

She landed on her feet, and stumbled for a moment before letting shaking Jolt's hand off and stepping backwards, reeling on him. 

"You left her behind--both of them! I mean, I don't care much for Shine, but Clio! You left her!" 

Jolt wasn't fazed (haha, phase pun--though it's not like I didn't do that a ton with everyone else's code names). "I didn't have a choice," he said, but Fia didn't believe him. 

"Oh yes, you did! Phase, you too--you could've waited, you could've grabbed Shine, anything! C'mon. Lady Gisela is not going to be happy with us!"

Jolt shook his head. "She'll be fine. She doesn't care much about those two anyways."

Fia paced. "Don't you get it--I do! I don't want to let Clio get captured by the enemy!"

"So you were faking being friends with The Moonlark."

"Yes! Well, maybe--okay, no. She was nice at first. But then Clio saved me." She shot Jolt a glare, for good measure. He didn't return it, just looked away. 

"Guys--" Phase cut in, but Fia ignored him. 

"Oh, come on. It was obvious she was evil. Clio didn't help anything."

"Yes, she did! She probably saved all of our lives, Jolt! Is that seriously so hard to believe?"

"Jolt! Summon! Calm down!" Phase said, and Fia turned towards him, a glare still set in her gaze. 

"It's Fia. My name is Fia. Don't call me Summon. Lady Gisela chose that name, and I won't use it."

Jolt frowned. "You have to obey Lady Gisela. You know there will be consequences if you don't."

Fia shook her head. "Really? Doesn't seem like it. Seems like the only consequence here is me being able to go by my real name. The name I like, the name my mother chose, not my captor."

"Lady Gisela is not your captor--she's your teacher."

"It doesn't seem like that! You know what--I'm leaving." 

(if you read the dialogue in what you assume are their voices--Fia exaggerated, Jolt monotone, Phase concerned--it sounds really cool lol)

She snapped her fingers, conjuring a small pathfinder. There was only three facets on it: one leading to her apartment back at base, one leading to her mother's house, and one leading to her father's. Her father's was taped off, as the location engraved into the crystal wand was long-collapsed, and it would be far too dangerous to try and leap there. 

She lifted it to the light, but Jolt grabbed Phase's hand, and leaped. When his hand touched Fia's, still holding the pathfinder, a spark traveled through them, jolting (JOLT PUN! omg, im on FIRE!) through Fia's body and making her collapse. Against the ground, a different facet faced the sun, the tip of Fia's finger barely touching the light beneath. 

Blackness filled her eyes as the light approached, and she could barely feel someone holding tight to her hand as the light carried her away. 

"She's awake!" 

The words shocked Fia out of an odd dream about frolicking in a flower field that eventually turned into an endless ocean, and when she swam down there was a forest, which she ended up getting lost in--and then she drowned. 

Even the memory made her shiver. And when her eyes flickered open, they almost immediately filled with tears. 

Because she was here. Back where she thought she'd never be. In her mother's house, her dead mother's house. 

"Finally," someone else said, and Fia glanced over at Phase standing next to her, and Jolt standing off on the other side of the room, flipping through one of her mother's recipe books and trying to find a good recipe. 

"Don't touch that!" Fia blurted, rushing to her feet and sprinting over to Jolt, tearing the book out of his useless hands. 

"It's my mother's. I don't want you to ruin it," she whispered, gently setting it back on the shelf. Jolt looked her up and down. 

"You're feeling better, then?"

"I mean--yes, I guess so--but also, no! You left Clio behind, so no, I am not feeling fine!"

"It's pretty obvious you're not feeling fine, Summon. Go look in a mirror."

Fia did, finding that she was as pale as a ghost. The normal golden-brown color of her skin leeched into a paler tan, and the blue of her eyes was a paler, watered-down, grayish color. She gasped. 

"I faded," she whispered, and subconsciously glanced down at her wrist, looking for the nexus she'd gotten removed years ago. 

Jolt nodded. "Obviously."

Knowing this meant she wasn't supposed to light leap anymore, Fia snapped her fingers, with some difficulty, and summoned a pathfinder she'd seen rested on Sophie's neck. It would bring her to Havenfield, she knew. 

"I'm leaving," Fia said. "And you're not following me. I'm going to save Clio, and you two can rot here, for all I care."

Jolt frowned, taking a step towards Fia. But then she'd snapped again and there was a large machete in her hand. She brandished it like she knew how to use it, and Phase, the one who could manage not to be hurt by it, stumbled back. Jolt stayed where he was, meeting Fia's defiant gaze. 

"I will hit you with this," Fia warned, and Jolt didn't even flinch. 

"If you did, you'd find yourself very unfortunately shocked--and fried." His voice was completely serious, and something flickered in Fia's eyes--something that seemed almost like fear. 

"You wouldn't do that," Fia said uncertainly. 

Yet when Jolt spoke, his voice was much more certain. "Neither would you."

Fia frowned. She knew he was right, but of course she wasn't ready to admit it. 

Jolt dared to take another step forward, and Fia raised her machete higher before sighing and lowering it, deciding to resort to theatrics. 

"Alright. Fine. I surrender." She dragged herself over to one of the dining room table's chairs, sitting down and leaning the machete's hilt against her leg. "I do have a question, though."

Jolt turned around, believing Fia's lie. He started returning everything he'd pulled out from the cupboards back to their original places--something that Fia was infinitely grateful for. "Shoot."

"I want to know why I never saw you around base," Fia said, and Jolt looked over, surprised. "What? It's not that complicated of a question. C'mon, you can tell me."

"It really isn't complicated," Jolt muttered. "It's the same reason as you, really. Orphaned recently. Though it wasn't because my perfect and amazing mother died. It's because my mother's not perfect. I lived with my father, but then he died, and my mother didn't want custody of me."

He shrugged. "Simple as that, really."

"When did it happen?" Fia asked, sympathy lacing through her tone. Jolt met her gaze. 

"About a year ago. Really, I've gotten over it by now. It's not that big of a deal."

He shrugged again, but looking into his eyes, Fia could see that yes, it was that big of a deal. 

"I do understand," she whispered. Phase dropped a spoon, which landed with a clink on the concrete floor. He picked it up, setting it back down into the silverware drawer. 

Jolt smiled, a rare sight. Yet it didn't last long, because then Fia was talking again. 

She took a deep breath. "And I'm doing this because I understand. Because I have people I care about, too... and, unlike you, I'm not letting them go."

She raised the pathfinder to the light, gripped the machete's handle tightly, and leaped away.