Duet sits chained beside me, piled with so much metal even she can't break free, though I know she's trying, her ichor leaking out to attack the metal links. But they resist her blood and I know now Solo has prepared this group for us, likely has packs of kids similar to this one all around the city ready to grab us or pretend friendship in order to bring us in.
Which makes Socrates's suggestion I'm from here all the more real. Though when I think of the young genius my whole body rejects the thought he may even now be gone.
"Out." Duet growls the word while Poppy rises, goes to the door of the little cage. It's mostly wood, with only a few steel bars. The ceiling is low, but it's wide and long, some kind of shipping container I can only guess. I know I can break us out, but what then?
What then?