Brad squints at the blood, then at his arm, then returns his gaze to Cynthia in a glare.

He runs at her, flicks his arm out to catch a knife, and starts to slash in her direction.

Thea notices his expression and decides that this was a bad idea. She runs at him, dodging past any obstacles in the way.

Thea isn't stopped by Libby, but she sure as hell can't outrun Libby flinging herself the distance.

Cynthia takes the fight in reverse, dodging backward and not making attacks. This time however, Libby wraps an arm around Cynthia and yanks her away, placing her behind Libby. Libby shrieks towards Brad, but wouldn't attack right away.

Cynthia says from her new position, "Knock it off. I learned what I needed to!"

Brad changes direction to continue following Cynthia, then squints and starts to think how to get around—

– Which is approximately when Thea collides with him, knocking them both to the floor. She recovers and kneels astride him, then slaps him. "Stop it!"

Brad blinks a couple of times. He starts to sit upright and disappears, making another 'thoom' sound.

Cynthia pokes her head around the side of Libby. "Hopefully his disappearance was your doing?" She waves her pocket knife to the side, Brad's blood still atop. "Didn't mean to piss you off."

"He just..." She shakes her head. No, it wasn't her doing, but oh well. "Yeah, don't worry."

She gets up and brushes herself off.

"I'd help you up, but I don't think that's a good idea."

Libby relaxes, and moves to the side so they can talk. "Seriously. Sorry. You can feel angry at me if you want, but I just wanted to see something... I still like you?"

Thea looks at Cynthia, confused. "Huh?"

"Uh... What exactly is confusing?" Mild confusion due to her confusion. Cynthia would also check over her shoulder, just in case.

"I don't get why you feel the need to say that you still like me – it was Brad who was being creepy and then decided to go psycho on you. I mean, I'm not really happy that you two fought, but... I don't really get it."

"Well, the whole same-person philosophy junk... Even without the whole weird parts, is it not okay to say that I still like you?"

"I just... it suggests there's a specific reason that you wouldn't continue to like me, yet you're doing it anyway, but oh well. I have no idea what the hell was up with all that. He was acting crazy, you decided you wanted to gut him because of his humming, and then I could see that he went psycho when you cut him."

"I didn't want to gut him! I just wanted to hurt him a little, I suck at explaining things! Turned into cutting him to see if--- Huh?"

The pocket knife is clean, no traces of Brad's blood anywhere. Cynthia is dumbfounded.

"Yeah, you wanted to hurt him, I get that," she says, then looks at the knife. "... Didn't that have blood on it just a minute ago?"

"Yup! Because when it comes to Brad, FUCK LOGIC!"

Libby quietly heals Cynthia's wound, speaking of blood...

"I mean... If it had disappeared exactly when he disappeared, I think it'd make sense? Since it's his blood? But... I don't think it did?"

 "And that's the problem... Things here generally follow a kind of logic, and he isn't following that either."

Libby quietly brushes off Cynthia's arm of dried blood. Her shirt may be still torn and stained, but her flesh is now unmarked and fairly clean.

Thea really doesn't have anything to say to that. It'd be nice that she's different, or rather that Brad is, except for the fact that it makes everything even more confusing and therefore difficult to get things done.

Ugh.

She sighs. Oh well.

"Even if it might be a little wrong to say... I still like you? I won't mess with Brad anymore. I'm sorry. Up to stuff tonight or should we call it?"

"I'm fine to continue, but I don't know how Brad will react, since he was being a little bit... crazy when he disappeared. Even though he's, y'know, me."

 "No worries for me here. I'll be safe regardless. I'll just hang back when he first comes out."

She shrugs. "If you're sure. Should we go find a blob, then, or are we gonna try attacking something harder?"

"Up to you. More blobs around here." Cynthia pulls out her pocket watch. "Still plenty of time."