[Hanna gives him the most dead-eyed stare she could muster. Her green eyes still shone with an undercurrent of... something. Malevolence. Exhaustion. Probably both.
The Company protected the Nine. Her parents were desperate to be a part of that world.
It comes as no surprise that she begins to question his presence, wonder if this is the work of her parents, or those that made her like this. If her parents knew she was alive, she doesn't doubt they'd find a way to kill her.
But she'd be dead by a Killjoy, wouldn't she?
She holds up right hand. Her middle finger shoots up, the word bye inked across the knuckle. A moment later, her index finger comes up, the word good tattooed in the same place. The script is clean cursive, in all lowercase.]
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The Company protected the Nine. Her parents were desperate to be a part of that world.
It comes as no surprise that she begins to question his presence, wonder if this is the work of her parents, or those that made her like this. If her parents knew she was alive, she doesn't doubt they'd find a way to kill her.
But she'd be dead by a Killjoy, wouldn't she?
She holds up right hand. Her middle finger shoots up, the word bye inked across the knuckle. A moment later, her index finger comes up, the word good tattooed in the same place. The script is clean cursive, in all lowercase.]