“I still don’t get what it wanted with her,” she says, shifting her weight to one side. “Or why she still needs to be here, instead of being moved to the Lateral. They have ways to deal with this sorta thing.” Kani’s fingers dance in front of her as she half-points in the direction of the girl in the other room.
Ignoring her, I step past them both and walk into the room where the girl rests on our bench. Her face blends into her hair, she’s so pale. She lost so much blood, but at least we were able to bandage her up and stabilize her. Hopefully soon she’ll come to.
“Don’t ya think it’s a bit weird, Trae? Coulda eaten ’er straight off. Why go for ’er eye? Doesn’t make any sense,” Fenton says, scratching his messy golden blond head.
“No clue, guys. She was being attacked and I needed to get her out. All I know is that she couldn’t be left to die.”
Kani huffs. “What if she’s not sympathetic to our . . . situation? What if she wakes up and promptly turns us in to the Labots? What then, Traeton?”
“There’s no guarantee, guys. But she’s injured, and she’s not gonna be promptly going anywhere. Besides, she was out in the woods. Doesn’t that tell you anything?” I pause, waiting for a reaction. Kani continues to look indignant, and Fenton sits quiet for a change. I continue, “Tells me volumes. If she were in league with the Labots, why would she be this far out?”
Pretty sure it’s not the way those types roll.
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