The lights sting my eyes with their brightness, like they have since I arrived. I never thought lights out would be my favourite time of the day, but it gives me a chance to rest from the awful intensity of them.
At least the canteen is a big room, it somehow manages to dull some of the pain in my eyes. So long as I keep my eyes on the plate in front of me and not on everything going around. Though that presents its own problems, mostly that the soup makes me think of Mila and how much she"d enjoy the herbs in it. A pang of longing shoots through me at the thought of my sister. I wish I was home with her.
"Raine?" a small voice asks.
I glance up to find a mousey girl with dark curly hair standing in front of me. Something about her is vaguely familiar, but I can"t put my finger on what.
