"Freed of it?" she started, blinking away the tears and taking control of her emotions. "I don't...want...to be freed of it. I enjoyed it. Everything was so...so simple." she sniffed slightly. "Just me and my sisters...this is what happens when we're not together, I guess."
She rubbed her eyes, and muttered something about weakness and a kill order, then tried to sit up- Only to remember a moment later why she was still in the bed. Gulping again, she layed back on the soft bunk, seeming restless and uncomfortable in a cramped room with the two girls.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
