"Lock the door and throw away the key." It's half whispered as she traces her fingers over the articulated joints. Carefully, with the grain, like one might stroke a bird wing.
As far as she knows, no one else escaped The Academy. But it's possibly -- probable, actually, that there are graduates. Those that finished training and were sent out into the world.
Or worse, that it's a different program that does the same thing. "Hollows you out and leaves an empty shell to fill with violence and anger and hurt," she finishes out loud.
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As far as she knows, no one else escaped The Academy. But it's possibly -- probable, actually, that there are graduates. Those that finished training and were sent out into the world.
Or worse, that it's a different program that does the same thing. "Hollows you out and leaves an empty shell to fill with violence and anger and hurt," she finishes out loud.