Terezi prefers when he's not looking at her. When he's focusing on his paint, she can almost pretend that he doesn't realize she's here. It feels safer--not safe, but safer. When he glances back at her, her heart pounds heavy in her chest for a moment. The fear creeps up again, like a tide surging in.

Does she really want him to recognize her? ...More importantly, does she want this Kurloz to be the result of hers? There's hesitation in her heart.

"I want... the truth. It doesn't matter what way I hope it to be. It is or it isn't, and my wanting for either outcome won't change what it is. So I want to know."