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Relief followed the promise, and her eyes dropped as her friend continued. Ana was never sure what to make of Bronte. The girl was kind and pretty, friendly in an easy way; as if it was in her nature to be so. All of these things sparked a gnawing green flame deep in her gut. Yet Bronte had gone out of her way to befriend Anathema. She tried to comfort her. She invited her to do things like practice fishing.

Why?

Anathema fell into contemplation, clicking idly while she mulled over the words. An island. She didn't want to see any island. Surely it could not compare to her island, a vast and beautiful place she could hardly recall anymore. But Bronte was trying to be nice.

We can do that, She decided after a small silence. She opened her mouth as if she meant to say more, but no words came to her. Instead she took up the clicking again, faster this time. Her thoughts were like worms. Burrowing. Insistent.

If we don't all die.