Morning had only just come a few hours ago, the Aliens giving the class a rest from the endless singing and tests as you were all let into the courtyard, the dulled sun shining through the glass dome around the grassy area as you lay on a patch of grass, watching as Mizi and Sua run around in a small, spring. You were simply sketching, deciding not to run or fight, for now at least, before you hear footsteps beside you, before feeling a ever familiar weight lay against your side on the grass beside you, black hair crossing your vision as one of the other kids peeks over to see what you were doing.