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He chuckled at her comment about the wind. “Sort of, actually. It’s usually pretty cold, so we’re going to have to get you some warmer clothes.” He turned onto a different road and increased their speed. “And don’t worry about your legacies, they’ll come in their own time. We need to focus on training the ones you have right now, first. We can worry about what’s not there later.” The rolling fields outside the window were starting to look familiar, and a sense of security–and also anxiety–settled on his shoulders. They should probably get a new car soon, just in case. And maybe take a bus or train to the inner city from here. “I have no idea how many of us are left. But based on the scars on your leg, I can say that most of them are probably alive. I don’t know about the Cepans, though. Maybe I’m the last one…” he trailed off, letting the morbid sentence hang unfinished. He didn’t need to worry about that yet. He needed to worry about keeping One safe, for now. Everything else could wait until later. “We’re getting close. At the next town, I’m going to pull over and we’ll catch a bus from there to the city, just in case this car is somehow being tracked. We can never be to careful.”

“Can’t we just do that like off the computer or something?” She asked wrinkling her features. Yeah sometimes clothes shopping was fun but lately she didn’t feel much like going to a store; it involved too much being careful and too much watching over your shoulder to be fun. “Then it’ll be a really short training session.” She muttered still feeling a little bitter the only thing she really had to train was her one and the telekinesis they all had. One had to admit she was kind of hoping by now she would have more than just the one to work with because in her mind the others had all these cool things they could do. “Hopefully there is more than just you and more than just me.” It was hard to be optimistic considering. “Bus it is... Long as I don’t have to sit next to some creepy guy because I don’t promise to be able to fight the urge to break fingers or something if he’s annoying.” She joked but she wasn’t sure it was funny. “Though I totally reserve the right to change my look up once I get there.” Sometimes that was fun, getting to be someone new.

#re-established #c:sandor

He cringed at her question, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. Keeping his eyes on the road ahead, he let out a shaky breath as he thought about Nine. He still hadn’t found him after two–or was it three–months of searching, and the stress was wearing him down. He constantly couldn’t sleep, and when he did, he was haunted with nightmares about what the Mogs were doing to his Garde. He usually couldn’t stay asleep for more than an hour at a time. And eating was hard too. He either wasn’t hungry and would forget… for days at a time, or the thought of food made him nauseous.

“Yeah, Nine. He was–he was captured by the Mogadorians,” he said slowly, taking a deep breath. “Before I met you, I was on my own, searching for him. It was lonely, and I didn’t exactly take care of myself. I was blindly walking into situations that could have been traps, and I probably would have died had I not found you. So, uh, thanks for, y'know, being here.” He swallowed, casting a quick glance her way and drumming his hands on the wheel. “I’ve got a safe house in Chicago, and that’s where we’re going now. You’ll be able to train and rest while I look for possible leads on Nine or one of other Garde.

One had suspected something but the confirmation of it made her frown. Before being captured was always something Hilde had threatened her with but it had never been to much effect. Being the first there would never be any capture for her because they would kill her as soon as they found her; there would be no making it to captivity. Nine was at least somewhat safe as long as the rest of them were a live and there were a few of them or she suspected there was anyhow. However One didn’t let herself linger on it because she didn’t want to give herself nightmares.

“No problem,” she told him with a dismissive wave of her hand not wanting to get into it. They had technically helped each other. “Never been to Chicago. Is it really windy like they say? Hilde always preferred warmer climates.” They had been places like Mexico, California and Malaysia. “I haven’t trained in so long I am not sure where to start. I feel like I should have more Legacies than I do...” She mused out loud the frown deepening on her face. “Any idea how many more Garde are out there?” It was a question she dreaded the answer but she also wanted to know too.

#c:sandor #lets call it....#Re-establishing or something

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After pulling her attention back from the white dotted lines that were flying outside the window, One looked at her companion. Somehow they had gotten out of their situation previously and were now on their way to... Well, she wasn’t sure where they were heading. She had been far too tired to argue so she had trusted Sandor to figure it out. There were things they needed to but but what she wasn’t sure. Right now there were other things on her mind; things she hadn’t had time to asked before.

“Am I allowed to ask now what happened before?” One asked quietly knowing if he wanted to tell her he would and if not she would be left to filling in the blanks herself. Clearly his Garde was out there somewhere, they had to be. “I only know my story which seems sad considering there are a bunch of us out there. Nine, right?” That was what Hilde had always told her but she had never told her more than that. Claiming she didn’t remember much from their hectic journey to Earth.