[She drops the nonchalance as well. This, this was the hardest part to come to grips with when one was new to the village. And she is the worst to explain it but...she'll try to be fair.]
You sill age. You can still be hurt, become ill, become maimed, and not always by the experiments. No one has been here long enough to die of old age as of yet but...
We arrive in the world for reasons no one can explain. We are put in the enclosures by the Malnosso. They provide the journals, the wings, and the buildings where we reside. Food, clothing, personal effects, weaponry, shelter- everything you could ever want.
But freedom. We do not belong here. And yet, here we are.
The guide elaborates on this but. That is the gist of it. We are draftees and guinea pigs. Test subjects. We even have our own serial numbers.
[She turns and tips her head forward, lifting her hair. Allowing him to see the crisp, black barcode tattooed at the nape of her neck.]
no subject
[She drops the nonchalance as well. This, this was the hardest part to come to grips with when one was new to the village. And she is the worst to explain it but...she'll try to be fair.]
You sill age. You can still be hurt, become ill, become maimed, and not always by the experiments. No one has been here long enough to die of old age as of yet but...
We arrive in the world for reasons no one can explain. We are put in the enclosures by the Malnosso. They provide the journals, the wings, and the buildings where we reside. Food, clothing, personal effects, weaponry, shelter- everything you could ever want.
But freedom. We do not belong here. And yet, here we are.
The guide elaborates on this but. That is the gist of it. We are draftees and guinea pigs. Test subjects. We even have our own serial numbers.
[She turns and tips her head forward, lifting her hair. Allowing him to see the crisp, black barcode tattooed at the nape of her neck.]