Twelve. Nina didn't know how old he was now, probably couldn't guess. Twelve was when she got out, when she started to learn to live again. Twelve. "Makes sense. I mean, I don't know what Phase Three means, but training a lot. I get it."
She didn't move, eyes focused up on the sky just beyond the treetops. "Yeah. I've had worse. It's always good to feel something once in a while, you know? I've been too complacent since I got here."
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Date: 2025-01-06 03:00 am (UTC)She didn't move, eyes focused up on the sky just beyond the treetops. "Yeah. I've had worse. It's always good to feel something once in a while, you know? I've been too complacent since I got here."