Eighty-Eight started crying again when Seven told her he was leaving to stay with Fox. Twelve sighed and put an arm around her shoulder.
“B-but England is so far a-away!” Eighty-Eight wailed.
“I don’t think I’ll be going that far anytime soon,” said Seven as he tried to reassure her. “Fox is just helping me right now.”
“It’s going to be freezing outside,” Eighty-Eight said, sniffling. “I don’t have a coat.”
That was probably true.
“We’ll be okay,” Seven said, smiling. “This beats being stuck in the Cerebrum, talking about what it might be like on the outside.”
Eighty-Eight didn’t look convinced.
But Twelve said, “We’ll look after one another, you’ll see. Nothing to it.”
Seven didn’t embrace either of them, or even shake their hands. But they were all he had in terms of friends, and
