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MARCELINE LEADS HER to a secluded part of the pool, just right behind the toilets, and shoves her onto one of the benches, with Bonnibel throwing her arms up in indignation at the rough treatment.
"How about your job?" She raises an eyebrow at Marceline, who was now starting to float off the tiled floor. Oh, she could float. How did that work?
"Doesn't matter," she waves a hand, still looking deep in thought.
"So, I'm going to 'prove' that past lives are a legitimate thing?" Bonnibel air-quotes, her tone coming out more sarcastic than she had intended it to be. Marceline bobs up and down mid-air a little more.
"Okay, just–let me explain myself, alright?" Marceline says, looking her straight in the eyes, serious. "You keep cutting me off."
Why wouldn't she? This entire...thing with vampires, demons and now, apparently, past lives? Was she supposed to just accept it? It proved many, many scientific theories wrong, and what she knew now had the potential to bring turn the entire industry onto its head.
"Fine, okay, sorry," Bonnibel leans back against the wall behind the bench, crossing her arms over her chest. "Go ahead, then."
Marceline frowns at her reaction, but takes a deep breath, and meets Bonnibel with a somber gaze, who blinks patiently (not really) back at her.
"I'm—perhaps—a thousand-over years old," Marceline begins. "You, Bonnibel, were my friend. Eight hundred or-so years ago."
She looks away then, head bowed, and her hands curling into fists by her sides. "You...died like any mortal did. I was lonely, and I never quite got over you. You were an amazing friendand person, I—"
Marceline bends over even further, her black hair practically hiding her face from view, her voice pitched in a melancholy unsuited for her character. "—I went into a hibernation of some sort. For a long time. Then, I was woken, and I don't know how but, I knew your soul had returned to the earthly realm. I came to find you, and I finally did."
Bonnibel fails to comprehend this. Was Marceline's attachment to her really that strong? How had she been woken? How did Marceline know that Bonnibel was that friend she lost—wait, was this why she just seemed to know her and why she kept referring to her as 'Bonnie'?
...was this also why Bonnibel felt like she'd known her for years?
Were past lives genuinely...real?
But still, the way that Marceline had told her all this sounded like she was hiding something. Something big.
"Okay," Bonnibel breathes out heavily, and Marceline snaps her head back up to her to meet her gaze. "Assuming that you are really my long-lost friend or something like that, how does that explain your dad coming after me?"
