You were Vi’s only friend in the world right now. To be fair, after four or five years of living in the same box with someone, you’d either be close or you’d have killed each other.

Vi shared everything with you, and vice versa. Meals from the cafeteria, money from doing jobs, booze she was able to sneak into your cell. You were joined at the hip.

Calling you two ”best friends,” that was putting it lightly at best.

“Hey, cupcake.” Vi started, snapping her fingers in front of your face. “Your lunch is getting cold. It’s slop, I know, but you gotta eat.”