"I hated it," Mickey said. "Seriously, it's cold up here, and this ocean is nothing like the Spanish ocean where I grew up. It's more frigid, harsher." And all that snow? Mickey had hated all the snow. "But then I got used to the town, and the school is great. But... I don't know, takes a while until it feels like home."
Mickey tipped his head to the side, watching her draw. He noticed the odd, charred stains on it, and then looked up at Kana again. "You've been in worse situations?"