( She doesn't mention the hospital again, nor the gaping crater of the city where the bombs had gone off. There's no thought about the burned out shell generated by the Yeerks in trying to create a safe-zone, away from the Pool ship, suddenly so necessary.
She only thinks of home, on a street patched up and cracked on its asphalt surface, sidewalks mostly clear of dirt and grass, even mostly even. Home for the last two years of her living life back home, before the hospital and the hopelessness that came along with it.
A two bedroom little place that was only ideal for location, only feasible due to a ramp and wide enough doors. Home.
Nothing to look at, but when she tugs at Blue's hand, looks at him expectantly, it's what she has in mind. )
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( She doesn't mention the hospital again, nor the gaping crater of the city where the bombs had gone off. There's no thought about the burned out shell generated by the Yeerks in trying to create a safe-zone, away from the Pool ship, suddenly so necessary.
She only thinks of home, on a street patched up and cracked on its asphalt surface, sidewalks mostly clear of dirt and grass, even mostly even. Home for the last two years of her living life back home, before the hospital and the hopelessness that came along with it.
A two bedroom little place that was only ideal for location, only feasible due to a ramp and wide enough doors. Home.
Nothing to look at, but when she tugs at Blue's hand, looks at him expectantly, it's what she has in mind. )