THINKING ABOUT WHERE I'VE BEEN / q+a

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

"Do you have a favorite sound?" the female would first ask Keona, deciding it would be a good enough question. It's not like she could ask the standard question of if she had a favorite color, and sounds can be a bit more personal, a bit more interesting and complex.

"Don' ya know? 'm not afraid o' anythin!" she'd tease with a hearty chuckle, taking a moment before shaking her head softly. "Mm, nah, 'm mos' afraid o' bein' alone." Goldie then explains honestly. She decides not to dwell too deep into it, figuring such a subject was not necessary for such an event. It was something she'd considered her greatest fear since she was young, being thrusted from her mama's side with her brother, forcing them to find a more suitable shelter. She found solace in her papa, even if he didn't share the emotion at first. And being surrounded by family, it was only natural she could not imagine such a world where she'd be without them. If she was, that would surely mean she'd failed in some great capacity.

It was an interesting question, what Sea would ask at her side. She settles in for a moment, not responding immediately to think on it. To be frank, she'd always been on track to be captain, even if she'd not necessarily aimed for such a title. When she'd originally climbed through the ranks at such a young age, she'd only been doing so to help her papa, to make the workload less stressful for him. But, if she ultimately had not been captain, if maybe Bakugou had gotten her position, as he'd been promoted with her before as quartermaster, maybe she would find time to do what she'd always wanted to. "Maybe explore the oceans, travel t' great, faraway seas. Discoverin' more, n' recordin' it, for m' papa. So he could see it whenever he returns." She settles on with a small nod. "But honestly, hon, I had been kinda born for this role."

"You're damn right is' the best division." She'd jokingly agree at Michael's comment about blackjack rats with a small wink. Considering it was also the female's division, she obviously had a bias as well. She'd loved her role as dealer, even if she did not always get to make all the final shots due to her papa's own paranoia and her constant injuries back when she'd held the role.

"M' papa is the greatest man 've ever known, although quite foolish. He was cold t' strangers, n' pretty reserved, even though he was charismatic n' cunning. He loved his family, n' went t' great lengths t' protect 'em. He never stopped workin', was a great teacher, n' always knew how t' make me feel better." He was, in the end, why Goldie was who she was, albeit she was a jumbled mix of him and every other major figure in her life growing up. Her papa, her dad, her aunt, crewmates, everyone. There was a lot she could say about him - memories she could recount as if they'd happened just yesterday, could still feel his touch, smell his mixture of smoke and sea, hear his commanding voice turn soft. And it was clear the captain had more to say, but she kept her mouth shut for now. She didn't want to talk their ears off unless they requested such a thing to be done.