"That sounds hopeful." And hope was dangerous. Lucy ate a little quicker, taking in more and more food, sampling as many different types of food as she could. This could all end in a minute, some small glimpse of a happier past before she was brought back to her time. The least she could do was return on a full stomach.
Lucy looked down. "There's not much I can tell you about my parents. I'm the reason my mother's dead. She died giving birth to me. I lost my father not long after that." She was deliberately not saying 'you', not wanting to allow herself that hope. "Their friends tried to tell me about my parents, my heritage. I didn't really understand what it all meant. I was too young and people kept dying." She paused and ate some more food. Giving it time before she spoke again.
"When I was ten, there was a boy on the island. Jonas. He wasn't with us long, but he gave some of us a gift. A special telepathic bond that I have with others in my time." That had been the one bright spot in her life, the shared bond that kept her from being alone no matter what the man did. She took another break to eat.
"A couple of years after that, the man locked me in a room with two humans. They died of thirst and I made it out and to the hospital. It was the first time that I really understood that I was different from the others, different even from the ones I shared the bond with. And over the years, I learned to use the bond and the abilities I inherited from my parents to survive." She brought her water bottle to her lips again, taking a long sip.