[ She is an unsettling young woman, one with deep sorrow etched into her grey blue eyes. She's seen horror and carnage beyond the imaginations of most, and this -- the calm, like a witness -- is how she has kept her psyche together through the starvation and the torture and the death. It is a tenuous, practiced calm that when broken exposes something much more impetuous and dangerous. ]
Many. More, in the past, our numbers dwindle.
[ She looks away from him, out into the empty halls of the Station with an expression of mourning. ]
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Many. More, in the past, our numbers dwindle.
[ She looks away from him, out into the empty halls of the Station with an expression of mourning. ]
I have personally met forty or fifty.