That’s just how it works when you’re a scavenger. One day a kid wanders into view, hangs around a week, then you never see them again. Maybe the slavers got them, maybe they died of starvation, maybe another scavenger put them down. Point is, you don’t think about it. All that matters is your own survival. It’s only right here. It’s only right now. This meal, this payday, this ride. Everything else is irrelevant.

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