we scare because we don't care

Pestilence was more than pleased when Jupiter relented, and as her back was to him she allowed herself a shit-eating grin as he started to divulge the story. The longer he spoke, the more her upturned lips trended downwards. A witch? Yeah right, witches didn't exist. Toxicity thought herself some sort of witch and Pesto had shown her once that her brute strength won over whatever stupid spirituality she'd shown. However, Toxicity didn't go around murdering people brutally and then having them return as restless spirits either.

Slowly she shifted so she could glance over her shoulder at him, eyeing his weird drawing in the dirt. When he moved to look up she looked back away quickly, staring up at the canopy and humming tunelessly. "Sounds like bullshit to me." Pesto interrupted under her breath, though her eyes roamed the dark forest with suspicion.

By the end of his tail the tone of Jup's voice had changed, and Pesto finally stood and turned on him to squint at his serious expression. The blue man was a jokester and took nothing seriously, to see his deadpan face brought a shiver over her. "So, like, hypothetically... why would I be their type and not you?" She asked, swallowing hard to clear her voice of the hesitance. From further into the treeline a branch snapped, and her head spun towards the sound. Inch by inch she backed up to close some of the distance between her and the adult. To be able to protect him obviously.