[ when all the world was reduced to rubble, prying was sometimes the last thing one wanted to do (or wanted to have done to them). The memories were still far too raw. ]

I'm afraid you're the first one I bumped into this evening, but I imagine if two of us have had the same experience, there are bound to be others just like us.

[ or else it was all a dream and she'll wake up in a few minutes with a pounding headache from crying herself to sleep again and a day of tedious paperwork to look forward to. One day, that will seem less like living in hell, especially as she's seen true hell out there on the battlefield.

But, sadly, at the moment that seemed more like home. At least there she had friends to watch her back and a clear enemy to fight. Now she was just back to banging on the wall, waiting to be let back in.

Glancing back to Nam Soon, she rolled the stem of her glass between her fingers, thinking. ] I don't suppose you've acquired any other acquaintances, have you?