"Good luck." Sangamon knew he should feel bad, handing a teenage girl keys to the stupidest thing he'd tried here yet.
CHILD SOLDIER SPEAKS: BETRAYAL, TAYLOR-MADE
ACTIVIST RECRUITED TEENAGERS FOR SUICIDE MISSIONS
Yeah, that was him. Unfeeling monster to humans, soft spot for baby harp seals only because he'd lose his funding if he didn't go gooey over them on national TV. He hoped she'd find her friend, whether here or with a golden ticket home.
Besides, she didn't have a magic shortcut. Or she'd been holding out info, but was as guileless as a searchlight. Not stupid, just earnest. If she could make it through the brainwash corridor at rush hour, she'd be O.K. At least with the illegal fighting ring, and she liked to surround herself with smart people, so she'd be set for the Q&A.
(What had happened to that other girl? The one who acted like a fifty-year-old librarian trapped in a teenage body. Utena hadn't been frantic to find her, not like this.) Maybe that was why she was determined to stay. Having to go around searching for your best friend was one thing. Prostrating yourself for the sake of some guy you sat next to in freshman calc because you both hated waking up on time and only the seats in the front row were left? That sucked.
This whole place sucked. She needed all the luck she could get. And a better shoulder than his to cry on once she realized her buddy had checked out, so he just let her march off on here quest, a shining beacon of youthful optimism.
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Yeah, that was him. Unfeeling monster to humans, soft spot for baby harp seals only because he'd lose his funding if he didn't go gooey over them on national TV. He hoped she'd find her friend, whether here or with a golden ticket home.
Besides, she didn't have a magic shortcut. Or she'd been holding out info, but was as guileless as a searchlight. Not stupid, just earnest. If she could make it through the brainwash corridor at rush hour, she'd be O.K. At least with the illegal fighting ring, and she liked to surround herself with smart people, so she'd be set for the Q&A.
(What had happened to that other girl? The one who acted like a fifty-year-old librarian trapped in a teenage body. Utena hadn't been frantic to find her, not like this.) Maybe that was why she was determined to stay. Having to go around searching for your best friend was one thing. Prostrating yourself for the sake of some guy you sat next to in freshman calc because you both hated waking up on time and only the seats in the front row were left? That sucked.
This whole place sucked. She needed all the luck she could get. And a better shoulder than his to cry on once she realized her buddy had checked out, so he just let her march off on here quest, a shining beacon of youthful optimism.