[ It takes a moment until Miach fully registers Lance's presence and turns her head to examine him. For a second, she can't help being surprised that a boy is here - then she scolds herself for forgetting that this isn't real. It's a simulation on an alien planet, not a bunker in the Caucasus. Nothing here can touch her, and even if it could... what about it? She's known the nature of humanity for so long. Why is her heart beating like it wants to free itself from her chest? Why are her legs visibly shaking in front of her body?
Miach has been split in two. One version of her is eight and feels the cold, the chains, the hard ground. The other version is eighteen and watches from outside her body, floating at a vantage point somewhere on the ceiling. Her older self feels nothing, her older self is secondary. An observer, nothing more.
Who of them is moving her mouth to answer the stranger, Miach couldn't tell. Unanimously, however, they reject answering the second question. ]
If they allow a death, that means they are letting her out of their grip. She's free now.
[ She doesn't know if the person who died outside really was a girl, but why wouldn't it be? Here, in Chechnya. Here, on this alien planet. Here? ]
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Miach has been split in two. One version of her is eight and feels the cold, the chains, the hard ground. The other version is eighteen and watches from outside her body, floating at a vantage point somewhere on the ceiling. Her older self feels nothing, her older self is secondary. An observer, nothing more.
Who of them is moving her mouth to answer the stranger, Miach couldn't tell. Unanimously, however, they reject answering the second question. ]
If they allow a death, that means they are letting her out of their grip. She's free now.
[ She doesn't know if the person who died outside really was a girl, but why wouldn't it be? Here, in Chechnya. Here, on this alien planet. Here? ]