“Ugh, if they start sending priests and pastors here to preach about abominations or whatever, will you do me a favour? Just put me right the hell out of my misery. Emphasis on Hell.”
She scoffed, blatantly annoyed, when Waverley mentioned that her implant was literally underneath her skin, making it inaccessible to the elements. That irritation wasn’t aimed at Waverley, but the institution which housed them; small things like that felt like they were digging under her nails like barbs, little stings and lashes that built up over time. Perhaps it was mostly irritating to her that it had happened to Waverley, someone she cared about dearly. She didn’t belong here. Most people didn’t.
Kyra, admittedly, might have deserved the incarceration.
“Of course, they did,” Kyra sighed. “They’re nothing if not wily fuckers.”
Her expression softened somewhat when Waverley admitted how it had happened. “They caught you and turned you in? What a colossal piece of shit.” When it was her turn to answer, Kyra shrugged and glanced back up towards the treetop and sky. “Picked the wrong guy to try and steal from.”