It does not occur to Agetta that perhaps the reason so many of her new friends are, if not broken, then with fractures of their own is because like calls to like. She is aware that when she first met Garbage she had felt like a ghost, but that feeling has mellowed out for her with all the changes that have happened. Thanks to an accidental trip into the afterlife, she’s lost the memories of her most significant fractures - the pieces that have been forcibly carved out of her heart and soul over the years and left to rot.
So the white mare thinks that she has become whole recently, but it’s only because she can no longer see the whole picture. As if someone has taken half of her senses away but so expertly that she does not know the difference.
She stands in silence, letting him say whatever it is he needs to in his own time, her expression softened with concern.
When he mentions the desert, the scene she witness plays through her mind and she is horrified to think that he had not only lived through that experience once - but had been drawn into whatever it was that had brought her into the deserts. That he had to stop it the way she had.
“I know.” The confession slips out and for a moment Agetta pauses, surprised by it. She had not meant to say those two little words, had not meant to tell him what she knew. But now they're out there, and her voice is quiet as she explains. “I was taken to the Deserts as well and... I saw it too. I don’t know why...” Agetta hopes he won't hate her for knowing this piece of his past, but she can't say she would blame him if he did. It's a violation, plain and simple.
“I’m sorry.” There is a mountain of meanings behind those two apologetic words, weighing them down. Sorry that it happened to him in the first place, sorry for the pain re-experiencing it must have caused, sorry that she was shown it without his permission.
@[garbage]