New faces
I’ve met so many people since I first came here. There’s the kid with the toy plane, the sheriff who reminds me of my mother and the crazed loon at the junkyard (that one is a special kind of awful). Not to mention my sister, who I met “IRL” for the first time ever only a couple of weeks ago.
The girl at the academy is one of the strangest people here, though, and I think that’s partly because she reminds me of myself. She is much younger, of course, and much more vocal than I am. But there are similarities. I have seen what happens when she lets go. I did it too – once. I shouldn’t have.
One of these days I would like to sit down and talk to her at length. I want to help her come to terms with what she is, but I think she already knows – and I also think she has taken to it much more easily and willingly than I did. She wants to let loose; she has an inherent need to let it all out and use whatever “gift” has been given to us. I just hope she will be careful.
I will tell her this when I see her next time.
さようなら
