[ So many things can happen in less than a year. She knows it. Ever since she left her home village, she's been living in a six-mouth hourglass — acclimation and disruption taking their turns with her as if she were a seesaw at the park. She wonders when the loss will end, if people like herself and Liem will ever be allowed to setle down or if they'll continue to be acquired for their abilities like trans-universal mercenaries.
But she's seeing things with a negative lens, she knows, and insisting on her thoughts aloud will do no good. Much less in the middle of this festive air with this cute, promising seedling standing small but tall in the soil. ]
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But she's seeing things with a negative lens, she knows, and insisting on her thoughts aloud will do no good. Much less in the middle of this festive air with this cute, promising seedling standing small but tall in the soil. ]
Do you know where you're headed, Mr. Liem?