Morgan shook his head, only for Alainora to huff and force him to stay still. She applied some antiseptic to his wound, causing him to wince.
"I have no idea. From there the Oiri will probably take care of everything. I imagine I wont be working for the next few days, either," Morgan said. He looked exhausted. He had already been working a labor intensive job for a few hours, and then he had to escape an explosion and run for his life.
"Whoever they are, I hope they keep it up," Alainora muttered.
Morgan threw her an odd look. "What do you mean? They almost killed me!"
"The attack wasn't meant to kill you! Obviously they have something else in mind. Maybe they'll create a better future for us. Maybe we can get out of these poor housing conditions, and not needing to rely on scraps and government checks to survive."
"You're not saying that we should join these guys, are you?" Morgan asked.
"I really wish I could help," Rasia said truthfully, "but I'm leaving tomorrow." She had made up her mind. She needed to leave while she had the chance. Otherwise what would happen to her? Citego? Nora and Morgan?
"You're leaving?" Alainora asked after putting a patching band-aid on Morgans head.
Her attention was then turned fully to Rasia. Her brown eyes faintly glinting in the light of the flashlight. A little bit of sweat gleamed off of her forehead, but she quickly wiped it away now that she had a moment to calm down.
"But where will you go? You and I both heard Shicichiff is going to launch an attack on Citego soon. Any land caught in it is going to be dangerous. Now really isn't the best time to go village hopping."
Rasia's voice caught in her throat. How to tell them? "I'm not going village hopping anymore," Rasia said slowly. "I'm going home. It's where I need to be right now." She felt like she might have to tell them everything soon. But she was trying to hold it off as long as possible .
"Nora, let her go," Morgan spoke softly. "Shicicliff is no safer than anywhere else. She'd be better off back home than here."
Alainora opened her mouth as if to say something, but then quickly shut it, looking away from Rasia and her brother. She rubbed her leg.
"Yeah, whatever," she muttered, standing up and taking the flashlight out of Rasia's hands. She then walked over to her shelves, shining the flashlight in various directions as if looking for something.
Morgan looked up at Rasia, his eyes apologetic. "Don't mind her."
Rasia sat down. she had no.idea.how to handle this. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. Her eyes were wet, but she didn't cry. She had hardly ever cried in her life. "I don't think I can do anything to make this better or easier. I have to go."
"Don't be. We both understand why you need to go. Even if Nora doesn't seem like she does. We'll see what supplies we can get you, and you can leave tomorrow morning if you'd like," Morgan said, scratching at the wound on his head.
Suddenly the lights flickered on in the room. The brightness startled Alainora, and she quickly blinked her eyes, trying to get used to the new visibility.
"Looks like they get the factory running again. I hope this doesn't mean I have to go back into work," Morgan chuckled.
No, Rasia thought, you don't understand. But she didn't say anything about it. "Thank you," she said quietly. They did have to deal with the war, but not like she would.
She thought of something. "You guys could come with, if you want. She doubted they'd accept. It made more sense for them to stay here, but at least she could try.
"Go with you? Like, leave the city?" Morgan asked, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know if that's a good idea. I know things seem rough here, but Shicicliff has given us a place to live, even if it's not the best life. It's more than we would have gotten anywhere in the villages."
"Why not leave," Alainora said, turning off the flashlight and throwing it in a bin somewhere on her shelf.
"What do you mean? Because it's dangerous. You know that," Morgan said in disbelief.
Alainora turned to face the two and gestured to everything around them. "Yeah, because it's so much safer here, right? Look at what happened tonight. Rasia was right when she said there was going to be a civil war. Everyone is growing restless here. Might as well get going before they close the boarders."
"I think it's a great idea," Alaniora said. There was something off about her voice. Her voice was shaking, but it was hard to tell if it was because she was sad or angry as her back was turned to the two of them as she walked over to her bench and started messing with a small radio.
Morgan put his face in his hands, letting out a deep sigh. His sister sure had a fiery soul.
"You'll want to know where we're going before you dedicate yourself, though," Rasia said. She didn't want them to walk into an attack without their knowledge. And that would be a big attack on their trust in her. "Are you sure nobody is listening?" she asked. She didn't want to say it, them someone hears it, tells the Oiri, and then they're all dead.