[She exhales slowly, remembering those little details, the mnemonics she used to store away everything that seemed pertinent about Akira at the time. Back then, she'd been so much more paranoid, so much more guarded.
She couldn't afford to trust that the people here wouldn't kill her on the spot if they learned who she was.]
"Who are we?" ...Was it? You've been dealing with this for a long time now.
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She couldn't afford to trust that the people here wouldn't kill her on the spot if they learned who she was.]
"Who are we?" ...Was it? You've been dealing with this for a long time now.