[Gilia's form and anger are absolutely terrifying, and Charlotte feels her own gut churn at the thought of the description she's providing. She has no idea of what she speaks of, a thing with Tim's face, and all she can think of is that Festival somehow managed to go utterly mad. She hopes this is not the case, hopes there's a better explanation than what Charlotte is hearing now and what she hasn't been told.

Communication in this town? Forget it. Trauma? Good Gaia, everybody in this place has some semblance of it, and all of them need therapy. And then some.

Charlotte shakes her head at Tim's pleas, choosing to stand her ground between him and Gilia. Gilia who might actually be able to tear through Charlotte to get to Tim.]

Do you not trust Jacob with his own thoughts and feelings about how he would handle Tim if he's wronged? I don't know if he would want you to do this, Gilia. What Tim did to you before wasn't right, no matter how terrified he is of pretty much everything--including me. You have every right to feel the way you do. Your feelings matter and are so valid. But I'm asking you to please trust me. Trust Jacob. Tim's suffered plenty because of his own fear and anger, and he's trying. I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, and that's okay. But I don't think this is going to help. I wish I had known--I wish I could have helped you. I wish so much you could have talked to someone. It's so hard to reach out when you need it most.

[Charlotte runs a hand through her hair, feeling like she's just standing there being a blathering dumbass.] I don't really want to drown, Gilia. Dying really sucks. A lot. I don't want to do that again. I don't want anybody to die for words or lack thereof.