"Well, if I don’t get food for us, no one else will. They offer us food, but I don’t like taking it…" She mumbled quietly, before going back to her work. A quiet sigh escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes for a few seconds, waiting for a while before answering.
"Otharon had stuff to do with the Defense Force, and I don’t really know what Gadolt’s doing… He’s probably watching Juju." She sighed quietly, purposely avoiding saying anything about her parents. It still hurt for her to talk about them…
「✦」— He quirked an eyebrow at the girl’s obvious reluctance to accept help. She was oddly independent for a child of her age, from what he knew of Homs children at any rate. “There is nothing wrong with accepting charity at your age little one. Why do you refuse their help? They seem to only wish to help.”
「✦」— The number of names she reeled off that wished to help her were astounding, making him wonder if she had been related to someone heroic in the colony. Otharon, for instance, was well known among the Homs Colonies for his brave leadership through the Mechon invasion. “You know Otharon? He is quite famous around the colonies who have survived.” He placed another fruit in her basket, careful not to scratch his pale hands. “Is Juju your brother?”













