Six looks over the sea, over the boat. Wooden, clean, with open sky, it's nothing like the Maw. A refreshing change, if too bright for her liking, but she can't help but be skeptical of the apparently kind-looking boat.
"I'm really mad that I'm dead," she says. "And eaten. I almost got away."
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Six looks over the sea, over the boat. Wooden, clean, with open sky, it's nothing like the Maw. A refreshing change, if too bright for her liking, but she can't help but be skeptical of the apparently kind-looking boat.
"I'm really mad that I'm dead," she says. "And eaten. I almost got away."