These days would never be easy.
"Did you... come alone to Brule?" Archer asked cautiously.
"Yes." Hannah was a bit sleepy, dragging her head with her small hand, her eyes drooping, her voice muffled, "I came alone because I had nowhere else to go."
Bearing the identity of a refugee, she could only be continuously expelled and possibly live under that man's surveillance.
So, for her, Brule was the best choice.
It was a planet that no sane person would ever want to set foot on.
Outside, it was said that every person living in Brule embodied bloodshed and slaughter; they were not human, more like animals, having only instincts, no humanity.
Hannah fell asleep, the bedding bunched up into a small nest, herself curled up inside.
This made her feel secure.
Only one candle was still lit in the room, at Archer's feet.
It was left by Hannah.
Worried that he would be afraid of the dark alone in the small room.
