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F sits on a bed in a room.
She is clean again, scabs healing on her fingertips where she bit her nails off. Someone has even brushed her hair and dressed her in a white blouse and black skirt.
After all, F has a date, in some sense of the word. There will be people coming to look at her, she's gathered, the sort of people Masuoka worked to keep away from her. The people who are to this place what the Deros were to her.
Ne, imouto, doushite? She'd never smelled anything like the baby. It was the opposite of home-smell, of cold wet rock and darkness and blood and the cry of creatures older than her, older than anything.
F doesn't know yet what she will do when they come to speak to her. She knows that Claire wants her to try, wants her to show the little bit of humankind that F has learned. But F doesn't know yet. F is starting to feel something that she's never known: the thing Masuoka came to her to learn.
There are no words for it anyway.
[Currently locked to Council members and those involved with her plot. IPD members who might be guarding her are okay, and if you want to tag in elsewise, just message me. She's in Voldemort's old room. Awww.]
She is clean again, scabs healing on her fingertips where she bit her nails off. Someone has even brushed her hair and dressed her in a white blouse and black skirt.
After all, F has a date, in some sense of the word. There will be people coming to look at her, she's gathered, the sort of people Masuoka worked to keep away from her. The people who are to this place what the Deros were to her.
Ne, imouto, doushite? She'd never smelled anything like the baby. It was the opposite of home-smell, of cold wet rock and darkness and blood and the cry of creatures older than her, older than anything.
F doesn't know yet what she will do when they come to speak to her. She knows that Claire wants her to try, wants her to show the little bit of humankind that F has learned. But F doesn't know yet. F is starting to feel something that she's never known: the thing Masuoka came to her to learn.
There are no words for it anyway.
[Currently locked to Council members and those involved with her plot. IPD members who might be guarding her are okay, and if you want to tag in elsewise, just message me. She's in Voldemort's old room. Awww.]