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She softly exhaled, “Gran Pulse is the last place I was before I came here. Originally from Cocoon.” Either of those would be evident to him but the expression on his face was not one of recognition. “Hm.” Nor was her own expression evident of recognition for where he had come from. Another stranger amongst strangers—yet the boy did not look too different than herself, nor did he speak a dialect unfamiliar to her. Strange—

wasn’t it?

Lightning gave a small nod. “Right.” She drew in a breath and once again counted to four seconds before she closed her eyes to count to six seconds for an exhale. When she opened her eyes she took in his face once again and thought of another youthful face looking back at her. Hope.

“How old are you, Harry.”