you’d been living in the streets for so long, the feeling of comfort seemed alien. The feeling of being held by someone like your mom had was almost surreal.

you were a hybrid, put out by society and treated like a beast…which you believed you were. Beaten and bruised, abandoned. But then price had found you.

the area you’d been residing in had become the grounds for the war, and price had found you. Now you were huddled up in the corner of the barracks, price seemingly studying you.