Broken Wings

[Char Aznable]

"What is your name? What is your rank? Where will the Exiles strike next?"

Hitomi was relieved. The gauls here hadn't seen the broadcasts she made in the Leeds system, and apparently the removal of her rank insignia had worked. Of course it would not fool them for ever, but for now, they would put her into the barracks. After hitting her a bit, of course.

"I won't repeat myself. Answer. My. Question."

She didn't. And he did repeat himself. Multiple times, actually.
She didn't count the bruises she received. She didn't see daylight, or anything, for a long time now. How long? No clue.

"Why don't you just tell them?"

Her cellmate. A young outcast pilot. She didn't know his name, he didn't know hers. Or was it her own consciousness that asked? She didn't know.

She started counting times the guard got her to the Inquiring. She assumed that they did that either every day or twice a day.

"Either I am here for 5 or 10 days now"

That was her own voice. She talked to herself now? Since when?

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