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Gretel (_gretel) wrote,

Normally conversations about mutilated children didn't offer much opportunity for relief, but Gretel felt it when she watched the change in his face. He wasn't particularly horrified, nor did she expect him to be, given what little she knew about him and where he came from. But he didn't like it, and that was good enough for her- for now.

She nodded at his comment about not taking the good for granted, taking another small sip in the process. She definitely didn't. Anything that could be construed as a positive in this place, she appreciated to the umpteenth degree.

"Like I said, time is hard to follow here," she explained, glancing back up at him. She noted he wasn't drinking anymore. "Nearest I can tell, it's been five... maybe six years. Hansel and I have been here the longest of those left, and I couldn't tell you how many anymore. I've seen as many as a couple hundred before- then there was the time when Hansel and I didn't see another soul for two weeks. People have a tendency to disappear, either because they aren't back in the doors before the clock chimes, or they just..." She made a gesture with her hands, mimicking a small explosion. Translation: poof, gone.

"Tell me a little about where you came from..."