[ She is so occupied with piecing together the fragmented thoughts buried in her head (and trying very hard not to cut her finger on the sharper edges) she does not notice Vriska stir. Suddenly she is so close and Jinah flinches instinctively.

But then she speaks, every word carrying a quiet spark of conviction. If Vriska believes all these things then she wants to try hard to believe them too. ]

I don't think I'm very good at it. [ If the blurry memories and constant taste of iron in the back of her throat mean anything, anyway. She frowns, gaze fixed on her own hands and then Vriska's.

She trusts Vriska.

So she stands up and kneels in front of the chest she'd previously been sitting on. ]

I'm going to show you something, but you can't tell anyone about it. No matter how much you want to. [ she says all this without looking up. She's digging through beach towels, and shells, and other trinkets she's collected in the past three days. And then from the very bottom of her chest, she pulls it out. ]

Do you remember? Everyone got something from home. This is what they gave me.

[ It's sturdy and sharp. The blade is about 6 inches long. In gleams in the dim light of their hut. Looking at it makes her feel a little sad. ]