For the rest of the month all we did was train. Starfire beat me in every fight and race, but I was getting better and would soon match her. She knew it, and pushed me harder every day, leaving me covered in seat and bruises. After training, I would walk to the prison. At first, we never talked, just the two of us sitting, looking at each other, as if we were bidden to memorize each other’s faces, he bright green eyes locked on my light brown ones. The finally, she spoke.
“My name is Eva.”
I smiled, but then was slightly confused. “But isn’t that a human name?”
“The humans borrowed it from us,” She explained. “It means ‘giver of life’ in the old language.”
I thought about this for a second, but then changed the subject. “When is your trial?”
“I do not know,” she said softly. “They will not tell me. It does not matter. I will be found guilty.”
“And are you?” I asked apprehensively.
“Am I what?” She asked, though I was certain she knew what I said.
“Are you guilty?”
“That,’ she said with finality, “is a question for another day.”
I kept coming back, every day. Sometimes we would talk about our parents. I told her about my human ones, since I still don’t know my real ones. She thought some things humans had invented were fascinating. I felt really stupid not knowing how these things were made.
Sometimes we talked about our tribes. She told me all about how at home, there were big gatherings where everyone danced and sang and ate together as a family. I wondered if that happened here, and I just wasn’t part of it yet. I hoped if so, that I would soon be.
These afternoons with Eva were nice, but whenever the topic of the trial or her crime – which I still didn’t know – she would bid me goodnight, and I would leave. And that was that.
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