The clothes they"ve given me fit surprisingly well, which isn"t something I"m used to. For most of my life, Mila and I have been making alterations to what we can get our hands on, but they never quite fit right all the same.
It"s nice to have clothes specially designed for what I"m going to be doing, even if I miss my coat. No one has made me get rid of it, which is a small mercy, but it"s not regulation uniform for when we"re training or on duty.
Not that I know if we"re ever going to do anything other than that. No one has told us.
otherThe moment I step into the training room, all thoughts of clothing are completely gone. There"s so much space, and crash mats litter the floor around us, making clearly defined sparring sections. The light glints off the weapons hanging on the far wal
