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Of course it is.

She's used to it. She is one of them. I am not. Everything in this world is strange and scary. I want to go back to my island. To my bed, where I'm not chained up all the time. Where I'm not surrounded by violence and death threats. Where I don't want to die. Where my Mothers and Sisters look like me. Where I'm not an outsider and I understand everything they say.

— Lyn Kim?

I push his hand away and stand.

My heart beats in my throat. I try to run, but the chains that bind my ankles stop me, so I can only take short steps between the chairs.

I feel everyone looking at me.

Wolves. Wolves. Wolves.

The guards move when they see me and bar the door.

They question. They push their stupid cylinders at me.

Reeina comes skidding from behind and starts arguing with them to let me pass. I understand the words tzauri and Mig.

Finally they go to the side and I move forward as fast as my chains allow. But I'm not going far. My captor is there in the hallway. He holds an enormous h