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Sia

"Sia, it's time to wake up. We need to get moving." Hadji gently shook the only thing he had to care for in the world awake. His hand was firm and cool on her shoulder, with a hint of profound caring. Sia stirred and stretched slowly, coming up through many layers of deep sleep and dreams. Hadji always woke her at her deepest sleep because it helped her mind reset itself from the stress she was almost constantly under. Arching her back, eyes still closed she held her breathe for a moment, letting out short sighs. Her black hair softly covered her cheeks and fanned out in silky strands on her brilliantly white pillow. Hadji made sure that she had the best of sleeping arrangements. He couldn't control what pains she'd have to go through during the day, but he made it his duty to ensure her sleeping hours were as comfortable as possible. She turned on her back, eyes opening suddenly like they always did. Once they opened for the day, they never closed.

"Did you sleep well, Sia?" Sia nodded tiredly and only opened her mouth to yawn and sit up, swinging herself over the edge of the bed. Her white silk nightgown reflected the morning sun in a muted glow, her back stooped slightly, finely sculpted nose pointing towards her knees. The morning, with Hadji by her side, was the only time she felt safe enough to stare into space. He reassuringly placed his hand on her back, rubbing it paternally. "We need to move with purpose but I have prepared a breakfast for you if you are interested in partaking. It's a light one, but I think you will find it more inviting than the heavy food Kai so enjoys making for you." Sia nodded again, an understanding smile gracing her small lips. She loved her brother dearly; he had always done his best to protect her even during his rebellious days. But he was immature and unable to comprehend the gravity of her situation. He was like a child who wanted so badly to be an adult, satiating his desires for responsibility and worthiness by playing house. 

"I'll deliver it to you shortly," he said in his soft, cool voice, turning his back and shutting the door softly behind him, leaving her alone to change. Sia got up, walking quietly across the soft plush carpet to look out of the window. They were staying in a country house for the time being. It was certainly different than the industrial buildings they'd been forced to sleep in as of late. She smiled to herself, thinking that even then Hadji had carried crip sheets and fluffy pillows with him for whenever she had the time to sleep. She touched the window pain with her delicate fingers, the glass steaming in little halos around them. Cold weather was approaching faster than she liked to think. The sun fresh from the haze blue tint of dawn wrapped the dying grass and oak tree trunks in a warm blanket of light. Clearly, the keepers of the villa had excellent gardeners who were able to keep the rolling lawn, gravel drive, and juniper bushes in prime condition even as fall was beginning to take the green out of the grass and life out of the leaves. Sia could never look long out the window though; it reminded her too much of how she was always an onlooker of others lives, perpetually and eternally separated by an invisible pain of glass. Although she risked her life nearly every day to protect those she loved, and even those she didn't, she felt that Hadji was the only human, if he even was human, who she was connected to by more than a sword or a family tree. 

Having dwelled enough on her loneliness, she quickly turned her mind to the work related matters. What would she be doing today? Who would she be working with? Where would she be going? The last automatic thought that entered her mind every day, the thought she hated most but couldn't help but thinking. Who would she be killing? Frustrated at the insufferable persistence that thought plagued her with, she grabbed her clothes out of the dresser and slammed the draw shut, her eyebrows and forehead furrowing slightly, revealing her frustration. She so often felt that she had no control over her life. Usually Hadji could soothe her but he wasn't with her at the moment. She blanked her mind as she had expertly learned to do and slipped off her nightgown. It caught on the ribbon on her small, light pink bra, causing her to yank it more forcefully, dropping it on the floor uncaringly. She needed a new bra as this one was getting worn and uncomfortable. It would be difficult to ask that Hadji get it for her since they usually didn't talk about personal matters like her body. Was there anything that she could have to herself and just to herself? she thought as she pulled on her cotton school girl shirt and slipped her black pleated skirt over her smooth legs. Straightening her clothes in front of the mirror, she relaxed her face and looked into her own eyes. They were a deep brown, almost black. A fire burned behind them, a steady pilot flame of purpose. She still had hope that her life had purpose beyond killing, hiding, saving, and occasionally sleeping. Time is passing and Hadji is waiting her robotic internal clock reminded her. Pivoting on one foot she hurriedly pulled on her socks and stepped into her black scuffed up shoes, walking quickly out of the room and hopping down the wide carpeted staircase. The house smelled musty, but the good kind of musty like old photographs or petrified wood. It was good to be in a place that hadn't been stripped bare of innocence, if only for a little while.