I mean, it’s not awful here. You guys treat me well, especially you, Doc. But, uh. I have heard the other kids talk sometimes, when we’re in the mess hall? I don’t…I know we’re all different, so we all have to have different tests conducted on us, but I always thought those tests would be similar, you know? What I’ve been hearing…please, tell me the truth. What do they go through? Does it hurt as much as they say?

Shut up, Adira. You don’t know what you’re saying. They’ve been nothing but good to me since my parents brought me here. I don’t know where I’d be without them, especially Dr. D. He’s…he’s the only one here who’s been patient with my progress. You saw how that new lady got all on me about the match, going on about how my “radius was lacking”, or some crap like that….look, if you can’t take the training, just go home. Stop trying to drag us down.

I mean, it wasn’t me, I swear, I didn’t start it…okay, in my defense, she was getting up in my face about some stupid crap that happened, like, a month ago, which I apologized for, by the way. And then she stole my slice of Napoleon. Who does that? You never mess with someone’s dessert. People get touchy about that sort of thing. Sue me.