Gin can never get anyone to talk about the catastrophe. Never mind that finding someone in the first place is a feat within itself. Sure,
the city has its tiny portion of residents holed away in various corners, but they prefer the inner city. If they hide among the wreckage, surrounding themselves with buildings far beyond repair, it almost looks
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But he'd known, of course. He'd known it would be difficult. Hadn't everyone in the settlement told him so before he'd left? You'll just die out there.
There's nothing to find.
Savages will capture you and chew on your bones.
It's not like you're going to find him, anyway.
"I'll show them," he mutters for maybe the hundredth time. "I'll show them. He has to be somewhere out there. He can't have just disappear--"
Then he's jumping, skittering back several feet and reaching into his pocket while jerking his head up to scan the buildings that loom on either side of him.
"Who's there?!"
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"Take yer hand out of yer pocket, though, or else I'm gonna disappear!"
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He dutifully looks up, spotting the scrawny, light-haired kid hanging out of one of the buildings - and how he didn't fall or it didn't crumble under him, he had no idea. Suspicious, pride stung, but with no other option than to just turn around and take off, Lea eases his hand back out of his pocket, glaring up with narrowed eyes.
"You really mean what you just said? About the fruit?"
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