Sev shrunk from the contact, drawing no comfort from the girl's touch. Looking back at her with tearful eyes, she had lost none of her former grief from the statement.
"We get prepared from our first awakening for what we're going to be...whats going to happen to us. But this..." she chuckled softly. "I've never felt anything like this...never told what to expect...'Always the emotional one', it makes sense now..."
she drifted off, thinking she sounded completely stupid. Only then did she notice the orange-haired girl, and seemed to sink back into the bed again- thrown even further off-balance from both the girl's presence and her interest in the conversation which Sev was sure she heard absolutely all of.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
