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Chapter 6: Samantha

Chapter 6


"I'm awake," I slurred, sat up, and then stretched my arms above me as far as I could.

I blinked hard and focused on rotating my shoulders before I surveyed the totally dark and depressing motel room we were in.

It took a while before my joints loosened up and for me to roll out of the bed. It was always easy to forget these stretches early in the morning, but the benefits were near insurmountable whenever I had sports team practice later that day.

Except I didn't really think it was the morning anymore.

I drew back the curtains a little bit and saw the red sun hanging overhead. It should be around noon, and my stomach growled for food to sustain myself.

Food. Where are you?

I turned back onto the humid room and searched blindly for my backpack, knowing full well that I had packed at least three rolls of tuna sushi somewhere. They were certainly not the best food I could have brought with me, but it's quick and easy to consume in a pinch.

For convenience's sake, I'd gladly devour even the vilest of foods.

I finally managed to pull out the rolls wrapped in a thin sheet of plastic, and collapsed sideways back onto the bed.

I unwrapped the sushi while eying at Rivin in my periphery, who was definitely having a nightmare. I didn't think it was normal for someone to toss and turn around so much as he was doing right now.

But at the very least, he was enjoying the sleep he constantly craved for so much.

After I finished my quick lunch, I left Rivin to his own horrible nightmares, not wanting to wake him up in fear that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again.

He'd definitely rage and throw sharp objects at me if I did that.

I snickered at the thought, and thought about how hypocritical it was that he thinks I'm annoying when I throw stuff at him.

Well, I have to do something right now.

The 'stupid' play was us leaving for Chicago dead in the night, and with our body clock utterly knocked out of kilter like this, we definitely wouldn't be able to sleep easily tonight. Thus, the 'smart' play would be to make myself tired.

If I left the room now for a leisurely walk around, I'm sure Rivin wouldn't even realize I was ever gone in the first place.

I flipped open my luggage and scrambled out a pink with white spot t-shirt, and threw it onto my body without a single care in the world. I also switched out into cargo shorts, as the cold never bothered me anyways.

Before I snuck out of the motel room, I glanced back at my backpack and juggled whether it was worth bringing a weapon with me.

Of course I hadn't forgot the reason why we came to Chicago. If that document wasn't a stupid joke from Mom, then there could be some sort of danger here that someone wasn't supposed to approach. I couldn't really imagine any sort of danger that we Raixiens could get caught in, but if bringing a weapon with me out for a stroll soothed my senses, then I'd gladly bring a knife with me. Walking around with a gun in my pockets would be rather uncomfortable.

It was then that I remembered I hadn't come packing a knife with me. I only had my twin pistols with me, but if I searched hard enough in Rivin's backpack, I'd likely find a knife.

True enough, I pulled out a stainless kitchen knife free from the side pockets of his bag, mouthed an apology for borrowing his weapon, and left the motel room with him rolling unconsciously within.

I turned to face the open area overlooking the main road from the second floor, and took in a deep breath of air to revitalize myself. I had about a hundred dollars in my wallet, enough for me to spend for the entire day if Rivin does end up sleeping until night.

I skipped down the stairs of the motel and nodded my greetings to several other residents that I didn't bother looking in the face. I found it useless. I'd rather focus on more important things, such as where I should be going to now.

Where would one go to burn some energy?

I was in no ways a window shopper. I didn't do aimless walks around town to splurge all my money away. This was more like a walk to relax myself.

I left the motel area and chose to turn right after a moment's indecision, then eyed a barren playground sitting underneath the glaring sun.

It looked pathetic, a poorly maintained one at that.

There isn't even a seesaw in sight, and everyone knows that the seesaw is the best thing nowadays.

Tree plantations surrounded the playground, but they did a pitiful job of providing shade for anyone who might want to play there. It was like whoever designed this tiny playground just wanted to get the job over with as soon as possible.

No wonder this place was so deserted and unused.

I stepped from the concrete pavement and onto the grass patches arranged in a puzzle-like fashion, and the soft dirt made my feet sink in like a trampoline. I scowled at having to focus on walking normally, and continued to close the distance towards the playground.

The main structure itself wasn't all too glorious in itself, but at least there was a shed roof above for me to sit in so I wouldn't burn up. I patted the elevated plastic floor that was meant for small kids while I marvelled at its surprisingly cool temperature, then jumped up to take a comfortable seat.

As I swung my legs freely, I looked around the inside of the little play shed and noted that there weren't any interior playthings, either. Usually, there would some ball machines on the walls, but this was quite literally just a shack.

It was simple, and most definitely not effective at attracting attention.

I slackened and laid down to stare up at the pyramidal roof, noting noted spider webs on three corners of the roof, another sign of neglect in recent times. I sighed and banged my head against the plastic floor, and tried to get myself into a rhythm as I tried to relax.

Even though it wasn't that sunny, the air was strangely humid, and as such, baked me from the inside out. In this kind of temperature, no one would want to go out.

It's November, though. Global warming really is having the last laugh.

A sigh caught my immediate attention, and I sat up quickly to stare into the other end of the play shed, not having realized before that there was another person there with me.

Her back was faced towards me, and the girl turned around at the sound of me shuffling behind her.

Were we just sitting on opposite sides of the shed all this time? I hadn't seen her sitting on the other end when I had first approached.

"Good morning!" she said cheerfully. I still squinted from underneath the shade, and forced myself to relax my eyes a bit to get a good look at the young-ish girl. With that short black hair cut horizontally around her neck, combined with the lean and sleek face, I'd say she was about my age. Maybe younger by a year or two?

"Good morning," I said with much less enthusiasm, not wanting to engage in conversation with another person this early in the morn - in the afternoon. I turned to lay back down on the platform, but the girl pulled her legs up from dangling just like mine, and moved into the side of the play shed.

She leaned against the inner walls with another smile just as bright as the sun.

"Where are you from? You're not from here. I've never seen you around here!" She continued to prod, not at all concerned about invading my privacy zone.

I couldn't mask my annoyance on my face, and the girl giggled as she brushed her hair back behind her ears.

"Why doesn't anyone want to talk to me?"

"Maybe because you're one of those gangsters who dye their hair a different colour. Man, why do you guys do that? It's so offsetting if you don't even do it right." I pointed at the tips of her hair, which showed hints of dull blondness.

The girl took a strand of hair and looked at it, then grinned nonetheless.

"I'm not a gangster, it's just that my job requires me to do it!" She protested.

"No job needs you to dye your hair. Are you, like, dumb?"

"Really! I'm a bodyguard, and for discretion, I have to dye my hair black!" She said something mildly interesting, so I rolled to the right to get a better look at the girl.

She wore tight black jeans and a close-fitting yellow top that did make her look kind of cute, and with a smile like that, I was sure she has many males swooning over her like dogs slavering for a snack.

She definitely did not fit any of my expectations of what a bodyguard would look like.


"Nah, you're lying."

"Well, I don't care if you believe me or not, I'm just here to relax." She frowned and clutched her knees together in the foetal position.

She doesn't even look like she's physically fit. Definitely not a bodyguard.

But the girl didn't leave the shed like I thought she would, and continued to stay in it with me still staring up at the roof absentmindedly.

It became a game of patience now, to see which one of us would feel more uncomfortable in the awkwardness of utter silence.

I was not one to play that game, either, but something about this situation aggravated my competitiveness. I would not lose this unspoken battle to this doozy girl.

I started to snicker when I saw the girl fiddling with her fingers anxiously after another minute. She occasionally glanced at me through the corner of her eyes, probably wishing that one of us would speak first.

You fool. You can never defeat me.

She finally had enough of the silence, and broke the barrier once again.

"Where are you from? Please, please, can you tell me? I'm tired and I want someone to talk to," the girl said, and I smirked, doing my absolute best to hold in a laugh. "Please? I might actually fall asleep here."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, fine, I'm from Oakwood. And of course you wouldn't know where it is, because it's a small town that doesn't really matter. See why your question was stupid?"

"I didn't know."

"Now you know," I said with a sigh, and sat up on my own to face the girl reluctantly. "Why are you so tired?"

The girl's face immediately brightened up, and I wondered if I made the wrong choice asking about her personal life.

What have I done?

"I stayed up the entire night!"

"Me too, but you don't see me skulking around in a desolate playground to rest."

"But you're here, too."

"That's not the point," I said before she could say anymore, my eyes still drawn to the strange yellow tipped hair, and the obvious colour contacts that she wore. No one had eyes that dark naturally. "Are you actually a bodyguard?"


"What do you guard, then?"

"Merchandise and clothes, and other various things. It's a pretty fun job! I got to travel the world to work for other bosses, but Chicago is the best by far!" she said excitedly, and eventually, I found myself smiling as well.

Her infectious glee was affecting me unwillingly.

"And why is a bodyguard needed to guard clothes? Are you a drug dealer or something? If you are, I'm going to report you to the police."

"You're not going to do that, right?" she squeaked, and I smiled at her darkly. "Right?"

"Nah, I still don't think you're a bodyguard. I don't really care anyways. What you do is your own business."

"Why won't you believe me?" The girl pouted. "Don't you want to know why I'm here?"

"To relax. That's what you said."

The girl brred and stirred irritably, and I revelled in it, enjoying every bit of negative emotions that sept out of her.

Finally, I relented, and decided that asking and participating in the conversation a little bit wouldn't hurt any of us.

Besides, I could kinda see it in her. The way her legs were well-toned and muscled, signs of a physically-fit person. It wasn't entirely out of the question that she really was a bodyguard.

"Alright, sorry." I laughed, and stared at the petite looking girl firmly. "Why are you here? This playground looks absolutely horrendous."

"It's not much, but I like it here. No one really comes here as you probably noticed, so I have it all to myself!"


"Relaxing," she said pointedly, and the way she said it got on my nerves.

I bit the cheekiness down, and simply smiled like nothing was going wrong. Why was it that I felt slightly unnerved by her?

What were the yellow hair and coloured contacts about?

She elaborated. "I'll tell you about it. I spent the entire night awake looking for a thief who stole some clothes from my boss. I got so excited that the boss was finally entrusting me with an important mission, but it's been almost twelve hours now and I still haven't got a clue!"

"A thief? Tell me about the thief, and maybe I can help you find him."

The girl looked up. "You can?"

"No, but I know a thing or two about hiding."

It wasn't exactly a lie. I remembered vaguely the way Rivin and I dominated the playground when we were young. I always had my five second Parallel Eyes, and I abused the hell out of it to see where the kids would head towards before I had to close my eyes.

For little kids with predictable movements and hiding spots, my Parallel Eyes elevated my social positions to the highest a kid can ever have. Rivin had it a bit tougher, but one second to see the general location of the hiders was still good enough.

Sometimes, it made me wonder what kind of jobs I can do with my ability. Obviously quite a lot, but I couldn't really narrow it down to anything in particular.

I zoned out for a bit.

What do I want to do?

When the girl didn't say anything, I snapped my fingers to regain her attention. "Oi. Are you going to give me any information at all?"

"Oh, right, sorry," she said as she rubbed her head. "Black haired, smart. That's what Com- Boss thinks. Knew where our security cameras and sensors all were except for one. Also knew our guard's patrol patterns."

"You say that like they don't have patterns."

"They don't!" She threw her hands in the air and shook her head. "They inspect the wares randomly, but the thief knew it regardless! How impossible is that?"



I didn't let my suspicion rise onto my face as I suddenly got a rather good grasp of the situation I was now unfortunately in.

It was just a gut feeling, of course, but I trusted my gut feelings more than anything else in the world.

Even from the beginning, there had been something was off about this girl. I didn't know anyone this theatrical or expressive, yet at the same time exuded an air of confidence that I'd never felt before in my life.

I couldn't exactly activate my Parallel Eyes in front of her just in case I was wrong, but I made a conscious effort to remember where I hid my kitchen knife.

With everything I had in me, I tilted my head and chuckled.

"That does sound strange. Is it a guy? I mean the thief?" I said.

"Um... I think so. It was dark, but the camera caught it pretty clearly."

"And why didn't you guys call the cops? Why is a bodyguard being sent to deal with this?" I asked and leaned forward to get a closer look at her eyes. "No offense, I'm sure you're also very capable, right?"

"I am! I also have some experience chasing down thieves, but nothing like this one. It's like his trail just vanishes the moment I latch onto him. And we can't really call the police for help, either. It's a... private matter."

Of course she couldn't find him.

If he was anything like us, and anything like him, then he wouldn't let himself be found so easily. He was always good at hiding, too, and it had nothing to do with our common ability.

My brain began to jog my recent memories as I tried to recall what I had read back in that weird cavern Mom built.

I clicked my tongue impulsively as the girl in front of me swooned over me from all angles, watching me think to myself, though for completely different reasons.

Southeast Unity Church. That was where 'Rivin' was supposedly spotted. If I went there, then maybe... what?

What would I find?

And even if I find something, what would I do?

I clenched down on my teeth hard discretely.

No. I will go there, regardless of what I find or discover.

If there was nothing, then I would have worried for no reason at all.

Just do it first.

"Ah, sorry, I have to go somewhere now!" I said with a wide smile, sliding away from the play shed and turning away from the girl as fast as I could.

She called out to me even as I paced away towards the right of the pavement, but I pretended as if I couldn't hear her. It was faint, but I could hear the girl clambering after me from behind, and I scowled to an elderly couple on the other side of the street accidentally when she clamped a hand on my shoulder.

"Where are you going? Can I come? I have nothing to do anyways!" The girl stuck to my side and extended a hand out for me to shake. "I'm Lyla, by the way! Are you going to be staying here for long?"

"Nope. Just here for a visit, as you can probably tell. My name's Jubilee," I replied curtly, not stopping to allow the girl - Lyla, to chase up.

She kept up with my pace perfectly.

"Can I come with you? Is it to church? You're turning down the wrong way! It's over there!" She pointed to the other side of the road, where the elderly couple I just crossed at shot me mean looks. I flinched at my own terrible memory, and wished now that I had taken Rivin's suggestion seriously to memorize the layout of this area.

I could just try to make up an excuse to fling her off my back, but she seemed too adamant in sticking with me.

No matter. I am the god of excuses.

"Thanks for the directions, but I'm not going to church. I have to go meet up with my family." I crossed the road once I checked both sides carefully, and sprinted across without waiting for Lyla's response.

Is she lying about her name?

Ha. Lying. Lyla.

"Oh, okay! See you sometime soon, then!" she yelled out, and I turned around briefly to wave her my happiest goodbye ever.

I spun back around and ran down the pavement, and my breath quickened with every step that I took.

Ignoring the wandering gazes of the passing onlookers, I dodged and weaved between them, my waist where it touched the kitchen knife tingling gently with anticipation. I still couldn't just activate my Parallel Eyes in broad daylight where everyone could see it glow purple, but was it worth not activating?

The road slowly curved and tightened into a one way street, where V-shaped trees lined both ends of the street. The number of people I bumped into thinned, too, and I knew that that white building on the cornerstone is the building I was looking for, even without seeing the tell-tale tower with the cross on top at the front of the church.

It was Friday afternoon, and I just remembered that I still hadn't called the school to inform them of our absence, but that should mean there would be little to no Christians inside the church.

I ran past an old woman in seemingly futuristic clothes -white with coloured zigzag lines all over, the ones scientists usually wear in movies - and accidentally brushed her shoulder with mines.

She dropped whatever she was clutching tightly in her hands, and she gasped in panic to quickly pick it back up. I wanted to apologize not just to her, but to the many people I gave a fright to for running full speed ahead towards to.



I wouldn't just disrupt people's lives by running into them, even if it was just small and trivial things. I wouldn't like it if random people bumped into me on the street myself.

"Sorry about that. I'll help you-" I wheeled on my heels to help the woman, but she already finished picking that little something in her hand, and nodded for me to go on.

"No problem, but don't run too fast, alright?" she said warmly.

"Sorry again!" I smiled apologetically and continued onwards.

I sprinted up the stairs to the heavy wooden gate with stained glass on the front. Usually, I would stop there and admire the beautiful colours for at least ten seconds, but I really couldn't wait any longer. I tried to push on the door, and when the stupidity finally dawned on me, I pulled it open with a creak, revealing a delighted Lyla who stood right behind the door.

"Why doesn't anyone want to talk to me?" The girl cried and threw herself into my arms, which made me grow all the more annoyed at her exaggerated antics.

Of course nobody would want to talk to you if you stalk them like that.

What do I do now?

I couldn't just turn around and leave the church like nothing is up. She'd know then that I was actively trying to avoid her and her possible associates, and that meant danger. Very overwhelming danger that I was ill prepared to face at this moment.

The 'smart' play to do would be to walk inside the church and act normal, take a round trip, and maybe offer a prayer to good ol' God while I'm at it, then leave and exchange numbers with the girl.

A perfect plan.

Time to pull out another excuse from my bag of goodies.

"Alright, fine, you can come with me to pray," I said to her apathetically, pushing her inside the church gently so I could enter the main worship area. Hopefully, Lyla would drop the matter of me lying to her.

The girl beamed and wiped her eyes.

"Thanks! So, you're religious? You don't look much like it." She followed me quietly as we moved in between the benches. I counted the number of heads present in the hall, and marvelled at how empty this place is.

There was only one person sitting on the front bench, and he faced a stone altar lined with five rows of wax candles, all unlit.

We took our time going through the church, and I occasionally stole a glance up to study the roof above. Like everything else in this part of Chicago, it was bereft of all the elaborate drawings you always see in online pictures of churches, but I didn't think too much of it.

As we approached the cross hanging far above us, my eyes began to twitch uncontrollably.

Lyla also grew increasingly silent as we moved, and she let go of my arm to walk in front of me. Her hair hid her face from me, but I knew that we were both interested in the same thing at this moment.

That guy in the front bench. His face.

What does he look like?

I could hear him praying now. He buried his face into his intertwined hands as he muttered words that sounded more like curses than prayers. He had black hair and wore a pink t-shirt underneath a leather jacket, which I only saw because of the pink collar sticking out from his neck.

My hands trembled, and the two of us drifted towards the left side of the bench, our interests now painstakingly obvious. We jumped when the boy sneezed loudly, and the sound echoed through the vast hall of the church horribly.

The boy heard our footsteps, and he raised his head up calmly to take a good look at us.

I imagined myself as positively shocked. I had to restrain myself from making a big reaction about it due to the girl right next to me, who seemed to still be computing something inside her own head.


I needed time to think, but it was nowhere near enough for me to have everything figured out.

Alright, alright, alright.

This boy was the spitting image of Rivin. His black hair was swept towards the right just like Rivin's. He had heavy bags underneath his eyes just like Rivin's due to lack of sleep. Everything about his facial features, including that little mole on the side of his face, was an exact replica of my little brother.

And that was without taking a quick swiping look at his physical features. I would say he had about the same height and body proportions - no, the exact same. He was an identical twin if I ever saw one myself.

It wasn't just his facial features that looked identical. If aliens of the same race had a bond, a connection, anything metaphysical at all, then I felt it.

I knew for a fact that this twin was like me, and even more like Rivin than me.

He was a Raixien.

He looked shocked as well. Not just at me, but at Lyla, too. His eyes flickered from me to her, which most definitely hid calculative thoughts behind their whiteness. Hell, even his expressions seemed identical. He lingered on me a little while longer with every flicker, and it only made me want to reach forward to touch him, to feel the skin of another living Raixien.

The entire church darkened like the devil himself arrived, and I felt a pressing sense of danger and power coming from near me. I stood behind Lyla now, and I didn't need my Parallel Eyes to know she's going to do something.

She realized it.

I just knew it.

But now was not the time to be wondering about this... twin.

No matter what I decided to do, right here, right now, I had to protect the both of us from her.

It's not about what I think anymore.

Even my brother was not equipped to handle this by himself, despite how I have always said he's strong enough with his one second foresight.

Shit, I don't think even I could beat her in a one-on-one fight.

That was why I felt so oppressed being next to this seemingly innocent and overbearing girl. She was one of them.

I tapped the handle of my knife hidden in my waist. I wouldn't kill her even if I could. If there was one, there was always more close around. How long would it take before they realized one of their own was missing and came searching for her? They might even have trackers on their own to find them easily.

In that case, I couldn't kill her. I couldn't leave now, either.

So I incapacitate her. But I didn't think she's figured me out yet, considering how laser focused she was in having this stare off contest with Rivin - his twin.

I wanted to snap at him.

Why was he still looking so gullible?

Go do something!

But I had to incapacitate her in a way so that she doesn't suspect me.

Is there any way I can do that?

The twin. I needed him to do something.

Make a move. I will back you up. I shot a look at him, but he didn't so much as look over to me, his eyes still locked onto Lyla.

Time stood still, and all three of us stood in a triangle formation as we waited for whoever moves first.

The darkness in my eyes only grew, which developed into a headache that made me sick in the stomach, strangely enough. It wasn't the church darkening; it was still very much noon outside in Chicago. It was me.

Stop panicking. Don't be afraid. Be prepared.

I activated my Parallel Eyes silently behind her back since I knew she wouldn't be able to see my eyes glow a faint purple if she doesn't turn around. The world brightened by just a bit, and I cursed myself for not taking Rivin's proposition seriously back then. The document had said that this twin has the same ability as us, meaning my Parallel Eyes would be largely useless against him. I wouldn't be able to see accurately how he could move.

And true enough, his outline was completely black.

It's basically a one hundred percent guarantee that he wouldn't move as I predicted.

But how about Lyla? What would her outline be?

I turned my focus on the girl instead, and nearly collapsed in relief that her outline, while still overlapping with her actual body, was entirely white.

So she still has no idea about me.

If I couldn't predict how the twin would move, then I'd see how Lyla moves and then act accordingly.

After an excruciating long wait of ten seconds, her outline darted forward with her hands drawn back to her pockets. I didn't wait to see what it was that she drew out, and sucked in a quick breath, knowing that at any moment within five seconds, the twin would do something.

I expected him to leap at Lyla with a knife or a gun.

I didn't expect him to just book it and run straight for one of the open doorways heading in the back of the church. He was fast, and I found time moving in slow motion as everything happened in rapid succession: The twin kicking the bench backwards with the sheer force of him bolting, Lyla leaning down and elbows locking by her sides, and me, practically sliding forward on the pretty rug beneath me to intercept her outline.

The twin barely made it three steps forward before a hint of golden yellow flashed into my eyes, due to the sunlight coming in through the coloured window behind the cross and reflected itself off of the crystal, which made me close my eyes for one dreadful second to stop myself from getting blinded.

How cruel.

I hissed and knew that I was going fall ahead of time, so I jerked my body around with my hand outreached to swipe at Lyla's moving leg. I ended up putting more strength into the swipe, and my hand swept Lyla's legs from underneath her, which brought both of us tumbling onto the floor.

The girl cried as the twin disappeared into the candle-lit doorway, and I scrambled up with full intention to chase him down before I had the senses to wonder why Lyla wasn't getting up.

A wandering gaze made my eyes go wide at the sight of both her figure and her outline laying on the rug, her right ankle twisted at a horrible angle and bruising black with every passing second. Her forehead was cracked open with blood tearing down her delicate face, and I hesitated.

She hadn't made a single sound after that initial cry of pain, where she must have hit the corner of the bench on her way down.

She's strong.

But I needed to go now.

Chase the twin. Uncover the truth. Ensure our safety.

"Damnit, I'm so sorry! I'm so, so, sorry!" I feigned worry and ran away from the bleeding girl as my teeth creaked and cracked from my endless grinding. "I'll catch him for you, so you stay here and I'll call the hospital while I go for him!"

A terrible lie now that I thought about it, but it would have to do. I had no intention of calling the hospital.

If she dies here from that wound - which does seem very serious - then I needed to move faster than ever before. Lyla tried once more to stop me from going after him, but I knew if I stayed and tried to help her, then it would only be a matter of them before they came around asking the big questions, and the twin would disappear again.

He had to know who I am now. What I am.

Will he come looking for us now? Or will he simply leave, never to be seen again?

I heard glass shattering from afar, and knew that that was where I needed to go. I couldn't just let the twin go like this without even a single word spoken between us.

Chase the twin.

Uncover the truth.

My face contorted into one of fury as I jumped through the broken window pane in the priest's office without cutting myself, and emerged into a tight alleyway, where the shadowy trails of the twin slithered in the, away from his assailant.

They were the Wandering Conquest of the universe. None could stand in their way, including the Raixiens.

How many times have I heard Mom crying in her bedroom late at night as she muffled her anguish behind the thin wall separating my room from hers? How many times have I seen her staring up at the sky at night, as she muttered her impossible wish for that one star amongst billions of others to shine once more?

I felt ashamed that I even thought about running as far away as possible from the golden dot on that map. Mom may have warned us all not to approach it, but if she really thought that about them, then she wouldn't have labelled the dots in the first place.

If there was any chance at all that she knew we would discover that computer, then she would have wanted Rivin and I to do something about it. Even if she didn't say it explicitly.

An intense shade of purple flared, seeping into the corners of my eyes.

A desire to enact revenge on those who were responsible for the eradication of my people rose up to the surface of my mind.

Fight the Aerilosacs.

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