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She’s still here, after all, though the whole conversation keeps going from awkward to sad over and over again. Her smugness at having been alone most of her life isn’t one I can understand. Having wandered out of Helovia after my mother, barely a yearling, had forced me into a similar loneliness. While I had learned a lot out in the world, and even made good friends in a distant land, it was not the same as what I felt in my heart when I looked back to the life that had been before everything had fallen apart. I let that feeling come back to me as I look over at her, wondering if she, too, has spent every day since looking for somewhere else to feel that way again. It was probably why I’d left the Basin, at the end of the day – not because I didn’t like doing what others wanted me to, but because it just didn’t feel like home anymore. It seemed easier to blame it on patrols. Who wants to admit they had lost something as preciously intangible as home? The next words that come out of her mouth redirect the train of thought to me, and my experiences. Not adept at reading people like mother had been, I don’t notice the parallels of how that means, maybe, she’s not so proud of having been on her own all this time, caught up in the opportunity to talk more about my favorite topic: me. "It’s definitely different," I answer with a nod, "and it’s got its own benefits, I guess. I know a lot of what I know because the Basin’s teachers taught me, and having access to all their stuff is pretty neat. And I miss my friends." |
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