She sagged, defeated, unable to dish out any frustration at the little star blowing a proverbial raspberry her way. That pictogram was as right as Sunstone was: She had failed him. She had failed him a day ago, and she had failed him for the entirety of her upbringing. Maybe the whole goal of this friendship trip was for her to fully soak in the repercussions of her lackluster efforts as a child? The world wanted to give her a sadistic reminder that she unwittingly left a family member behind; it wanted to rub salt in the wound.