Mar 5, 2018
@imcginationforest
“Hey, what’s wrong?” The streets were overflowing with people, from adults to children. A sight she never had in the Plantation, merely parasites of her age. Picking apart someone among was a tad comforting even if they did seem distressed. So in a sense, she can acknowledge how overwhelming crowds were but priorities go above her feelings. Intel is necessary, otherwise everything will remain the same.
“Your hair can’t turn any more white from worry.”