Redhawk Caldera Guy's got magic cards. And magic hands.

Airi's unasked questions fizzles into dust as she slowly realized that she would get nothing from this kid. She scowled, trying to make something of what he said, then rolled her eyes. Thanks I guess, She muttered.

Because she was hurt, Airi wanted to laugh at that, just as she had laughed at her father when he himself dragged himself home, bleeding, dying. What did she had to offer to them? She was a child? Was that it? Because she was helpless, as a child? That sort of thing continued to confuse her, but, she was still alive, so she supposed that exploiting it was alright.

I don't want to go back, She said firmly, truly meaning it. She had left precisely because the place had bored her. It was stagnant; no wars, no hunger. She hated it. The girl wanted something to happen, not just growing up and guarding worthless borders. This was strangely one of the best things that had ever happened to her, despite the scars and near-death.