"She wasn't a brat. Not really. Just... kids. Annoying each other. I. There was. Feeling there. Good feeling." They don't know how to put a name to it yet. It's love. The feeling is love, my dude. "My only other memory of them, Becca was making a pinky promise, the way Daylight does. Toby had died. And she. The promise was to stay together, to not go anywhere, and take care of the others, Susie and Jeanie." They hesitate, then say, bracing themselves for the personal pronouns, "My promise was to me, not her. I'd take care of her, too."