[ :bono:

At the question, she smirks, her expression a little wild. ]

I thought they were, when I didn't know any better. [ She won't elaborate on what that means, but she will spill what eventually happened, surprisingly for the first time since getting here: ] Then they sold me off to a lab for beer money, and I knew how they really felt.

[ Her words are colder than usual, stark against the usual mischievous, nonchalant tone she wields. It's easy for her to talk blatantly about this; it's all in the past, and her life is nothing like that, now. But she always feels a pressure to be extra tough, extra unaffected by it when the topic comes up. Hella shrugs. ]

I didn't learn what real friends were like until way later.