“You won’t forget her just because you let yourself heal.” –from a fanfiction
Star didn’t want to heal.
Everyone knew that and no one said anything about it. Most didn’t want to bother, still didn’t trust her or were too afraid to bring something like that up to one of the few chaos-souled that had never lost control of themselves in a way that was dangerous to those she had sworn to protect. Not even her sister had been able to keep that oath (though precious few would ever admit that to even themselves). Star had never lost control of her abilities or herself even when she’d felt the complete destruction of her sister-soul’s control and stability of mind.
That didn’t mean that Star wasn’t hurt, though, or that she was stable. She just wasn’t dangerous, a loose cannon, whatever people wanted to call it.
She hurt and she existed and she continued to protect and fight and do just about everything but go crazy and die or actually live.
Star was fine with that.
Others, not so much.
“I just think that spending time with Jack might help.”
“I am not going in for counseling with Jack.”
“I didn’t say that! Just, I don’t know, hang out?”
“It’s not like he’s going to do anything.”
“Good, because there’s nothing to do.”
Solaris huffed a small laugh, knowing without having to say anything that the only reason Star had used her Private Name was to tell her that Star was just fine with the way things were and to politely back off.
The Solar Monarch allowed it.