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[girl_f]

Human words wash and lap the door to the outside parts. So many of them, humans never stop talking, they must be descended from birds. No creature of the ocean would pour so many syllables into the wind, waste so much. Masuoka was wrong

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[unbreakableteen]

Claire came in like lways, except today she had a backpack so full the zipper was strained and she carried Masuoka's camera. She'd sort of come up with a plan. Okay, not so much of a plan a an idea. An idea she truly believed would work. It had to work. She had to try.

"Hi, F," she smiled, sitting on the bed. The first indication that this was't like any other visit was her movement to undo F's restraint. She hoped that all eyes were looking the other way.

The worst thing that could happen would be F would die someplace she was comfortable. The best...Claire would get her home.

[girl_f]

There is a prickle in the air, a wind that can only be felt underground. F looks up, her sleepy eyes opening wide at Claire. Her fingers scrabble helpless at the floor and she sees the camera.

"Iku?"

[unbreakableteen]

"Shh, it's okay," Claire nodded, reaching out to stroke her hair. Just a second to do that, then she returned to the strap, undoing it and tucking it under the covers. "We need to go," she whispered, pointing to the door. "F and Claire, go."

[girl_f]

Light returns to F's eyes. For a beat of her heart, she knows that it is not the lack of blood, but the lack of freedom that is killing her. She does her best to stand up obediently, but her legs are weak and give out under her.