âyou grew up here,â he said, âcould scale the canyons like nothing weâd ever seen. it was like you were made to scurry up the crumbling rocks. i could never catch you.âÂ
he nodded, a flickering smile passing across his features, âyes, you saved someone. a kid. his family was so so thankful and mom and dad had no idea how to reward you or even what to do with you. technically you werenât supposed to be out there on your own but if you hadnât defied them âŚâÂ
at the sound of her calling him âcyâ he felt the tears well up again. it wasnât much but it was familiar, not so cold and quivering in fear. nicknames, even ones so simple, made him feel like maybe she sensed it too: she was home.Â
âyou were supposed to go to the city, but you never made it there,â he sighed, âone day we were saying goodbye, promising to stay in touch, swearing weâd win the war, and then we never heard from you again. it was like you disappeared. but there was no body, so we knew theyâd taken you. but honestly, part of me hoped youâd died instead. the rumors we heard about what they do âŚâÂ
"scaling the canyon walls? me?" she laughed, trying to picture herself doing it. the red rocks crumbling as she went higher and higher. corinna you better get down here right this minute, young lady! you could hurt yourself! corinna! it was a woman's voice yelling up to her but still, she kept going. wouldn't that be a nice memory to have if it was real.
the rumors about what they do.
her breath caught in her throat, her eyes shutting tight. what they did, what he did. the needles, the pain. the experiments over and over and over. all the memories she tried to block out of her own, the ones she wish she couldn't remember instead. but it was all for the greater good he would say, tlaloc would smile at her as he said that. she wanted to believe that it was all for something good. she could handle pain if it would help someone else. the doctor said it would, why wouldn't she believe him. she didn't know. "what if she did die....what if i'm not..." she couldn't finish her words. "if i am her why would you still want me around here anyways. what if i'm different? what if you don't like it?" Â she could wish and wish and wish for all this to be true but she didn't know. "our parents, your parents. are they alive? did they make it through the war?"