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Lucky Stone
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“I…It’s…I don’t know really, I feel like it’s almost like we’re trapped again, like we’re trying so hard for freedom that there isn’t space for questioning what actually would make us happy.”
“Sounds like you’re pushing yourself too hard. It’s okay to take your time with the trap, heat exhaustion is really dangerous on days like this.” Root says kindly.
“No, it’s not just that. I feel guilty. I feel horribly guilty–Lucy is in prison because she tried to help us. She killed another snake, a Gargill employee, trying to save two women! You saw the house yourself, it was an awful place where they were being kept as toys. I hate that Grass acts like Lucy’s nothing just because she’s a reptile when she’s a person like us. I know I can’t do anything about what happened but the constant needling doesn’t help. He’s still calling me Wind when I told him not to!”
Root draws himself up to his full height and bearing. “Grass, stop trying to make Rudger forget about his experience with this Lucy woman. She treated our brother well, and we should be grateful for that. We were so worried after we lost him, and she helped him recover and stay safe.”
Grass rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue. I feel a little better, but there’s a lingering, yawning chasm of anxiety in my stomach and I’m not even really sure why it’s there. Lucy is trapped. Our plan might not even work and we could be captured or injured in the struggle.
I must look disturbed, because everyone’s faces are full of pity.
Sky nudges my side. “C’mon, we can find some good sticks and sit in the shade and start sharpening. You’ll feel better when you’re distracted by something.”
Is there anything I want to talk about with my brothers while we work?
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