Oh, you're just the same as I used to know

[hellofishies]

Who; Arkady + OTA
What; Open intro log fun times!
Where; Residence area and into building Blue, harbor, and market!
When; Starting on the 3rd through the 5th
Warnings; Mentions of blood and nothing else I can think of at the moment.

A. What Can You See-Harbor

There was someone Arkady needed to find. Someone important to her that she hoped beyond anything would be here too. She'd wasted absolutely no time exploring this new place. Teleportation made it easy to get around swiftly but there was an easier way to look and see things. The harbor seemed like a good choice for her experiment. The dock with the dilapidated ships seemed especially promising as a location that she might not be disturbed. Who else would choose to come out to a place that only held broken pieces? They were things she had always been drawn to though. Maybe broken things spoke to broken people in ways that only they understood. Or maybe she just liked the promise of not being noticed.

There was a large bottle of vodka next to her as she dangled her feet off the dock and looked down at the water. A part of her had grown truly sick of water. Back home it felt like there was a never ending supply of water that just kept closing in on them as the days went by. It was their fault of course, so could she really complain? No. The only thing she ever complained about was the fact that she couldn't fix it all by herself.

"I have a world of my own to fix," she said to nobody in particular with a slight edge of anger to her voice. "And other people you took me from that need me." There was frustration in her voice that she didn't usually let on, but she thought it was safe here to speak freely to the open waters. She heaved a sigh, took a drink from the bottle, and then her eyes began to glow a bright white and her body went as still as a statue. She stayed that way for longer than she should have looking for people she needed to find and also for a layout of this place. The more she knew, the easier could get around.

Eventually she hit something wrong though, something that caused her to jerk back to herself and nearly fall off the dock.

"Fuck," she shouted as she gasped for air and her eyes returned to purple. "Oh no. No, no, no. Not here too." She was going to need more vodka for this.

B. Find Your Color

After her exploration she'd returned to the residence building that she'd initially been taken to and shifted through the satchel to find the key. There was still a part of her bothered by what she'd seen, but now there were other people around and that meant an act had to be put on. Nobody else needed to be bothered by what was going on. Especially not if they had just arrived like her. Everyone was going to be confused enough without adding more to it.

"A-09, blue building! I like blue!" If it occurred to her that it was odd to be speaking aloud to herself she didn't let it show in the slightest. Instead the bald young woman just pulled her jacket up over her shoulders, making the word FreakAngels on the back much more visible. Unfortunately her readjustment of her jacket also made the blood stains on it much more prominent. In fact, if one were to get close enough they might notice that she's got what looks like dried blood stains on her neck. The way she tugged the jacket around her made it fairly obvious she was aware of the fact that the stains could be seen and really didn't want anyone else to be.

Dangling from the jacket there were a variety of doll parts that jingled as she walked up to the blue building and just looked it over for a few seconds. She swayed back and forth with her hands clasped behind her back as she looked at the building as if she were studying it for reasons only known to her. After a few solid minutes of just staring with bright white eyes at the building she disappeared for just a second. When she reappeared it was directly in front of the blue building. Where precisely she went during her brief disappearance was anyone's guess (the roof of the building) but she acted like it never happened as she opened the door and stepped inside.

"Hello! Is anyone else here?" she said loudly in a bight and cheerful voice as she walked into the common room. She was definitely curious about who her building-mates would be in this place. Though, there was one person in particular she was very focused on finding.

C. Lets Go Shopping

After another day of exploration Arkady made her way to the open-air market with a considerable amount of enthusiasm. Her jacket rested on her elbows revealing her pale and frail looking shoulder. She had on a see-through skirt made of a patchwork of different colors and she walked barefoot without any sort of care. There was a small smile on her face as she moved around the stalls excitedly looking at just how much there was.

"There's so much! This is wonderful!" Much better than the place she'd been before. It had plenty of things to buy but it hadn't been like this. This was like home except so much better. There was the same familiar feel as the market back home but there was so much to be found. For years there had been a shortage of everything. Fresh food was difficult to find and relied greatly on what the FreakAngels could actually grow themselves. Spices were no longer a luxury. In fact, luxuries in general were a thing of the past.

This however, it was something magical and exciting. Not only that but there people here. Real people. Not fake people like there had been in the other city. Every now and then her eyes would glow bright white and then she'd smile brightly as she touched the minds of actual people. Real people with real thoughts that didn't give her a headache.

Eventually, she stopped in front of a fishmonger and just took in the smells. "There's so much here! I don't even know what to get..."

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A. What Can You See?

[chaosvessel]

In Vincent's experience, districts like this one, dedicated to trade and commerce (of one kind or another) were verdant sources of information. What's more, with the type of people that frequented this place, he was bound to pick up something useful. At least that was his hope. He wandered the streets, and people gave him a wide berth, likely because of his appearance. Vincent never did quite pull off friendly, and eventually he found himself at the harbor, overlooking the remains of a once-proud shipping empire by the look of it.

He wondered, idly, what could have happened. The ones responsible for their arrival here claimed the world had ended, but they'd been vague as to how it had come about. His gaze unfocused and he allowed his mind to drift back over the years, and he would have stayed lost, perched at the end of a jetty but so many miles from there, had she not cried out. He jumped, pulled back to the present by a voice he'd never thought he'd hear here, but it was familiar and welcome nonetheless.

He looked around for the source and found her quickly, it was hard to lose Arkady in a crowd, let alone when she stood apart. He moved to her side with haste but pulled up short for a thought crossed his mind that brought a slight chill of dread to his chest. What if she didn't know him?

"Arkady?"

[hellofishies]

"How could I ever not know you, sweets?" There was an attempt at a very forced smile offered to him as she met his eyes for just a second before looking away. Her voice lacked it's usual colorfulness and instead held a haunted quality. Whatever it was she'd seen had clearly left her more than a bit shaken. Still, seeing Vincent made her more calm down some and she tried to wipe away the tears that were forming in her eyes.

"Everything's broken. It just ends," she said to him a very weak voice. "They want us to fix it. I couldn't fix home, how can I fix this?" There weren't many people Arkady would allow herself to sound vulnerable around. Vincent was one of those people. After all they'd gone through in the other place, how could he not? He'd been there for her quite a few times and there was no denying the confusing fondness she'd developed for him. There was also no denying how confusing it was for her. He reminded her so much of Connor and yet there was still so much they hadn't said to each other. It always felt like they both kept the majority of things they wanted to say locked away.

After a few seconds she blinked and then a more genuine smile came to her face as she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck. "I felt you. I'm glad you're here. I was afraid I was alone again."

[chaosvessel]

"You aren't alone." Even as the words left his lips, they sounded hollow to his ears. He moved closer to her, a quiet but comforting presence at her side. It warmed him to know she was happy he was there with her, and the idea that they were trapped here together at all had a calming effect on him, as well. He'd grown accustomed to her presence, and her smile, even when it was forced, brought the ghost of one to his own lips.

"We can overcome this, too."

[hellofishies]

If one were to look up a man of few words in the dictionary Arkady was fairly certain they'd find a picture of Vincent there. He was the perfect example of someone who had a lot of thoughts but never seemed to know how to express them. One of the benefits of her being psychic was that she didn't always need him to actually say anything.

She squeezed him tighter in her hug before pulling away and looking up at him. "It was like falling off a waterfall. I tried to look out there past the mist but..." she shook her head. "I couldn't see anything. Maybe there is nothing? It's like home. Everything kept getting worse and the flooding was spreading and it was so bad." And it was all their fault.

"Who caused it?" Back home it had fully been their fault. So didn't that mean it had to be someone who actually did it here?

[chaosvessel]

"Arkady, this isn't your home." It wasn't her fault it was broken, and thus far, they hadn't been given any specific task through which to save it. "You didn't break it."

It was troubling, thinking there was nothing out there, but comforting her, however terribly, was easier to focus on than the implications of what she'd just said. If there was nothing, then it was possible the Aspects were telling the truth, that they needed them to rebuild it, but how did you even go about starting something like that? Wouldn't it be easier to have them prevent the destruction?

[hellofishies]

"But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to help though, right?" At least she thought that might be the case. "Unless they're lying. They lied there." There meant the other place they had been. They'd been lied to there. Everything had been a huge lie. What was to say this wasn't too?

"What if they caused it?"

[chaosvessel]

It was possible, of course, and it was a point Vincent wouldn't deny. Frowning, he looked off over the water, at the lights dancing across the choppy surface, and the wall of mist in the distance which, evidently, masked the end of the world.

"Maybe they did." But something occurred to him, and he looked back to her. It was strange to think it, but it wasn't beyond the possible. "Maybe they made a mistake and they need our help to fix it."

C. Let’s Go Shopping

[stickyflippers]

Caelan was back at the market district for a more thorough search of it for things that would be of use to him after his prior visit before getting settled in. Even if he didn’t find what he was looking for (instruments), he still gained much from walking the streets and among the many people who he’d joined in living in this world. Getting a feel for the community, the way traffic ebbed around certain parts of the city and flowed steadily in others.

Eventually he found his way back to the open air market, meandering about for a while. The jewellers wares were particularly of interest, as much as his sea glass accessories were apparently to them. It was a merry little conversation, putting him in a rather pleasant state of mind. After all, Caelan was a very social sort of fellow and a day or two in to his stay in this world, and he already missed both his crew and pod. Even if he didn’t trust most humans as far as he could throw them they presented interesting distractions, and a few had already proven to be worthy of some benefit of the doubt.

He soon found himself at the fishmonger stall, sure he could always head down to the harbour to grab himself lunch on his own, but he was curious about the selection and wondered if that might need improvements. Quite unsure how he was supposed to help the world out, he supposed a fish song or two might help whatever fisherman they got their stock from if it were lacking. His attention is drawn away from the fish however, a small curious head tilt shifting in the direction of Arkady as she voiced her excitement. Well now, how could he help himself from offering a suggestion?

“I’m rather partial to herring or salmon, that is if you’re looking for an opinion.” He spoke up, voice lilting pleasantly as he stopped next to her. Caelan was relaxed enough, Inverness coat left open for air to reveal a neatly pressed white shirt and a black waistcoat, hair pulled up with a few of his sea-glass hairpins. The selkie does take a moment to glance at her feet. Not because he’d question her shoeless state so much as being vaguely envious that she dared to. Shoes were, after all, the worst.

[hellofishies]

It was a bit surprising that anyone actually offered up some sort of opinion, but she was excited they had. Arkady had always liked people and getting to talk to someone about the market excited her.

"Herring or salmon," she repeated with a nod. "I'd take any opinion! I haven't seen so much fresh food in years. Definitely not fish." She scrunched her nose up. "I don't think we'd want to eat the fish in Whitechapel anymore." Not after the flooding and the killing and well...the everything. No, it'd probably not be very good to eat them anymore. "We found chickens though!" Her eyes lit up as she mentioned the chickens. Now that she remembered them she found she kinda missed them. They'd been cute and they were gonna give them lotsa eggs! Hopefully they were safe back home and Kait hadn't tried to shoot them again. That'd been real rude.

"Do you know how you cook them?" It was a pseudo admission that she had absolutely no idea. "I've never cooked much. I've always had other things to do." Even before the entire world ending thing she'd had other things to do beyond learning to cook. Besides, her parents had never really been around to teach her about that. When they had been around they'd taught her about other less savory things. Then again, what was to be expected from parents that eventually sold their children to the military? Not much. Not that Arkady really held too much bitterness there. It wasn't in her nature to hold onto resentment for mistakes people made, definitely not after all the things she'd done.

[stickyflippers]

“That’s a pity, there’s nothing quite like a good feed of fresh fish I think.” He responded with a little grin, glad that she seemed agreeable to his interruption of her browsing. It was the kind of day when he felt the need to chat and move from one social interaction to another. His friends Dietrich and Sara genuinely got exhausted by it, but socializing made connections and everything could hinge on having the right connections in his opinion. He wouldn’t have met them if he hadn’t been so keen to chat, after all.

Whitechapel? Now there was an interesting name, he knew a place with a Whitechapel. Probably a different one, by the sound of it. Still, he files that away to reflect on later if she said anything else that seemed interesting or familiar in some way. He followed her words closely with a pleasant sort of interest, honestly her enthusiasm was refreshing in all the general panic over being trapped in a new world.

Of course, his smile turns to something a little apologetic on the subject of whether or not he knew how to prepare the fish. That was an awkward one... At least where people were concerned. “Afraid I don’t, I’ve been lucky to have the already prepared and ready to eat.” In some ways that was true, he dined at fancy dinner parties of marks and at the various restaurants that dotted the cities along the shoreline if he was in the mood to socialize in this form. In a more basic sense, he just... at them as is. Being a seal had its perks when it came time to get dinner ready.

Catch and gobble, as it were.


“I’m sure it can’t be that difficult to get the hang of though, yeah? The keepers of the stall might even have some advice, I imagine they have to cook them just the same as anyone else when they go home for the day.” He added afterward, posing a possibility that might be more helpful than ‘Just grab one and take a bite?’

[hellofishies]

"We have some little fishies. I see them in little pools sometimes. You couldn't eat them though. I don't think they'd like that very much." Her tone was very matter of fact. As though she actually knew the fish wouldn't really like it. Which she did. It wasn't like normal talking but she understood them. Nobody wanted to eat something they understood. Or at least not that many people would, she hoped.

"Oh," there was a trace of disappointment in her voice at his response to her inquiry. "That is super lucky to always have someone to cook it first. Do you eat out a lot?" She titled her head curiously with the question. "It's been a long time since I've gotten to go to a restaurant."

There were a lot of reasons for that. A tiny bit of it was just a simple act of not having the money. Most of it though had to do with being part of a group of psychic children with the same violet color hair and eyes. From the very start people had been uneasy about them. Nobody had known how twelve children had been born at the same time to different parents. The biggest factor had been their isolation and then the world getting messed up.

"I'll have to ask them, then. If they tell me maybe I can make something for you too!" There was a considerable amount of excitement in her voice at the suggestion and her eyes practically lit up. Arkady always enjoyed the idea of making friends and then giving them something they'd like.

[stickyflippers]

“Most things don’t like to be eaten, I would say. Though I can understand not eating something out of courtesy to it.” And he honestly could, given the smallest member of his crew was nothing more than a very endearing little hermit crab that he hadn’t been able to bring himself to eat when he happened on it in his childhood. Herman was simply... special. Tiny little thief, liked to take things that weren’t his to hide away in. Did the conversation make him think of his small companion? Yes. Did he feel a little pang of missing him and the others in his group? Also yes.

“I suppose I do,” Out at restaurants, or more often than not outside, he responded with a little shrug. “I’m also lucky enough to be invited to gatherings where food is generally served. Of course, Arkady’s excitement over finding out how to properly cook the fish and the offer to make some for him as well was... very sweet. Caelan was visibly touched by that generosity offered to someone who was a stranger, unable to stop himself from smiling. “That’s very kind of you? I would be quite thankful for the gesture.” He hummed lightly, “Perhaps in return I could provide the fish, I admit I’m quite good at catching them despite not being able to cook them.” A strange thing to admit perhaps, but it was honest.

Because here they were, in a strange world, with limited funds. Caelan wasn’t the sort to take something and offer nothing in return (unless there was thieving involved, that was different), and by the sound of it she could use a few good meals.

[hellofishies]

"Do you think plants don't like it?" The true question of the century. Her tone was light, clearly it was just meant to be a joke. Though it did make her wonder if plants knew. She could talk to animals now but she hadn't tried a flower. Maybe she should try it the next time she tested things with her powers. What would a flower have to say? Would it say anything at all? Those were the curious things to think about. Clearly the important things to think of when taken to a weird alternate dimension.

"That would be nice of you! I've never been fishing. Is it fun?" She wasn't entirely sure if it was something she'd enjoy doing. But Arkady was a strong believer in trying everything at least once. That included a lot of things that one probably shouldn't necessarily try. But that wasn't here or there and there was no reason for her to actually voice that. "If you're good at catching them, why have you never learned to cook them?" She had to admit she was really curious about that. You'd think if someone had learned to fish and gotten good at it, then they'd have learned how to cook them.

As quickly as she thought of the question to ask him a thought came to her mind. "Oh! Maybe I can just take the information from someone that knows. You said the people selling might know so I could get it from them perfectly!"

B. Find Your Color

[orangewayfinder]

Terra was standing in front of his door as if he wasn't sure whether or not to actually use the key in his hand. This had been quite the quest already and that gnome was really quick. He tried to get more information out because he hadn't expected to see such a creature in the realm of darkness. Was this whole world trapped there too? And what had happened to Aqua and Ven? They were supposed to be looking for Sora together.

A sigh escaped him as serious blue eyes continued to ponder the door. He didn't have to open this one with his keyblade but he was ready in case some heartless or unversed came rushing through it at him. And as he finally decided to put the key into the lock, he heard a feminine voice. Thinking it was Aqua for a moment, Terra turned to see a woman with a hood up over her head.

Taking the key out of the lock and putting it into his hakama, the keyblade wielder decided that keys and locks could wait. This was the first person he'd seen in this building with him and they might have information on the world or on his friends.

"I'm..here." Terra called, slowly going towards the hooded person. He had no idea where 'here' was though.

[hellofishies]

"Hello," Arkady responded to boy with a warm smile. She tried to meet his eyes with her own violet ones. Eyes were the window to the soul after all and she always wanted to seem as welcoming as possible. If they were all trapped here together, well, it seemed best to try to get off on the right foot. Especially since the young man in front of her seemed just as confused as she was.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one here." She laughed lightly at her own comment. "Sent here I mean. Obviously I'm not the only one here-here. Is this the building the satchel gave you?" There was a distinctly hopeful quality to her tone. Even when she'd lived alone back in her own world she hadn't really been alone. The other FreakAngels had always been there just a blink away. Or a thought away. They were always connected. Some distance had been pushed between them all after her accident, but they were still technically there. Alone had never been a worry until she'd been taken to the first strange city. That dystopian place had been the first time in Arkady's life that she had been truly alone. Nothing had prepared her for quite how awful that loneliness had felt.

"I'm Arkady."

[orangewayfinder]

He wasn't sure what to make of the girl though he was comforted by the smile. It reminded him of Aqua who smiled at people in greeting. But he nodded to the hello. "You're not the only one here." That was obvious, but he was trying to be polite and comforting in his own way.

He shook his brown haired head to the satchel question. "I'm not sure why a bag colour dictates where we live. Or why we're even here." And he was using the term living loosely because he had no intention of staying if he could get out of here. He was supposed to be traveling with Ven and Aqua right now in search of Sora, the boy the Lingering Will protected against Xehanort. And he'd already spent ten years in the darkness as a guardian..so he wasn't exactly thrilled to be separated from his friends yet again.

Still this boy had been raised by Master Eraqus with manners, so he nodded. "Terra."

[hellofishies]

"That's good. It's a big building to be alone in." There were lots of other people around but they were people from here. Or at least that was her best thought. Locals maybe? They could be something else though. In the other place she was in the locals had ended up just being other people that had been brought in and changed. As Arkady's mind wandered off to those thoughts her expression darkened for a split second before she forced her smile back.

"I like the color though!" She said with a slightly forced cheer to her voice. She tilts her head to the right and then the left again. "Do you not believe the reasons they said?" She wasn't quite sure if she did herself. It might just have been her paranoia from the other place she'd been speaking but she wasn't sure. It seemed too similar to other lies she'd been told. Besides, she had her own world to fix.

"It's nice to meet you Terra!"

[orangewayfinder]

Terra had been in bigger places such as entire worlds alone..well not alone alone but without his friends alone. So he just politely stood there while Arkady went on about liking the colour. Blue..reminded him personally of Aqua, so it wasn't a bad association as far as blue went.

At her question there was a small look. "Something about their world. That there was a calamity and we needed to rebuild it." He had no idea how to go about doing that and they were told something about they needed to just be. What kind of a task was that? It was so open ended that it might be impossible to figure out exactly what needed to be done in order to help out.

The keyblade wielder had no problem with helping, that's what they did after all, go help out other worlds in trouble. But this had no finite ending and it was troubling. And of course Terra had somewhere he needed to be. But he tried something of a smile for the girl's sake.

"It's nice to meet you too. It makes me wonder though..how long we'll be here."

[hellofishies]

"But do you believe it's that simple?" She asked curiously. It seemed like he was willing to just go with the explanation they were given, which she still wasn't fully sure of accepting herself. "What was the calamity though, I wonder?" The tone of her voice was quiet and it was clearly a question she was pondering more to herself than him. There had to be more to the calamity than they were being told. A lot more.

She frowned at his last comment though. "That's a good point. They didn't offer any sort of promise when they'd let us go." At the place she was before the Head had told them when they'd get to go home. That'd been a lie of course but it was more than they'd gotten here. "Maybe they don't even know how to get us back."

A. What Can You See-Harbor

[tapestryoftime]

The weave of this world was simplistic to that of Earth. It wasn't because the city itself but because there were a lot less people twisting and changing the various aspects of time. Syeira hadn't attempted to look into the past just yet, terrified of what she might find, but she searched the future instead. She was comfortable in the future, finding people and information that she might not have otherwise been able to gather. Of course, most of this information went in one ear and out the other, lost to the clamour of various futures.

It was in this meditation that she first met the young woman who she would later refer to as Arkady or Ark for short. They spoke a few times but each conversation was cut off, all but one, the dock's. Syeira wondered why this strange curious woman had chosen the docks but it was to be their meeting place.

A few minutes after Arkady snapped from her thoughts was when Syeira approached. She had a bag in one arm, which she placed carefully besides Arkady. Inside there was more Vodka, as requested.

"I found you." Syeira sounded relieved. "That's good." It meant that she wasn't entirely hopeless... yet.

[hellofishies]

Arkady had felt someone coming before they'd actually arrived. Someone familiar and yet not fully familiar. That seemed to happen to her a lot so she never really thought too much on it. Ever since her accident at fifteen she'd gotten kinda used to forgetting things. And people. And the future. Or remembering the future but forgetting the now. Sometimes there was just too much to keep track of. Sometimes there was too little but it felt too heavy. Either way though it lead to some slight confusion on her part. Confusion followed by a bright smile when she finally thought she definitely recognized Syeira. Or maybe she was just excited about the vodka. It could go either way.

"Oh, thank you!" She clapped her hands with slightly less enthusiasm than she usually might. The weight of what she'd seen still felt very oppressive. "Were you looking for me? Why?"

[tapestryoftime]

"Because." Syeira hesitated as she lightly placed the Vodka next to Arkady's side. It was a complicated answer and while it could easily be simplified, she didn't know how to explain it. Everything jumbled together and she didn't know how to sort it out. There was always the future in front of her and while the present was a more firm picture, it was beneath layers and layers of optional futures.

"Because... you can help me. I- I can't help you." Her mouth tilted into a frown. "Not exactly that." She tried to focus but answers filtered through her head before a question was ever spoken.

"You are... important to me. That is why I had to find you. You are in my future. The best path I can find... it needs you. Your future is... more unclear but- I don't know you. Not really. Not yet. I do know you... just.. it's different."

[hellofishies]

"I get jumbled sometimes too. Not as much anymore, but it used to be bad." Then she'd died again and somehow it'd fixed some of her problems with being so scrambled. She wasn't quite sure how it'd worked out that way but everything had come a little more clear after it.

"Nobody can really help me, but that's okay. We have to fix what we broke back home," despite her words her tone was very light. It was a fact and she wasn't that bothered by it. They would fix it. She believed in that a lot now. Before she'd been brought to the other place they were getting closer to fixing it.

"Am I in your future in a good way?" She tilts her head curiously with the question. "Or do you not know for sure?"

[tapestryoftime]

She sounded so sure and that confidence boosted Syeira's resolve. "Yes. It is good. There is always a chance that it could change." The future was never set. "But I want it to be good, for both of us." Her fingers knotted in her skirt as she lowered herself to sit on the edge of the dock.

The water was relaxing and for a moment she focused on the constant roll of the waves as they crashed against the harbor. Unlike most futures, the water was steady and it helped Syeira catch her breath.

"I don't know anything for sure but the wave here doesn't have many threads. It's easier to read and through it, I saw you. I- I lost the person who kept me grounded." She felt her tears gather at the corner of her eyes and tried to fight them off. The wound was fresh. "It was my father before but- I don't know how to do this." She was terrified of losing her mind because it was the fate of all Readers without a Viewer to keep them stable.

[hellofishies]

"Good is relative, isn't it? Good enough might just be good," she said with a hint of a smile. She followed Syeira's gaze to the water and then pointed to a small shadow that moved around the water around them. "Fishies! Do you see them?" It was nice to see so many. Back home there were so few anymore. She'd found a few recently and danced with them but here there were things everywhere.

Her expression darkened and she scrunched her eyebrows as she tried to fight off the sadness that threatened to show itself. "I lost that person too," she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. Connor had been that person for her. Of course a few of the others checked up on her now and then but never like Connor did. He'd even given her a place to stay when she'd been really bad after her first accident.

"Maybe you can find someone else here that can help," she tried to give Syeira a small smile. "I can help! Or try to."