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⠀⠀people were strange, acting strangely and differently in the same situations. perhaps it was that made humans being, well, humans. everything so incomprehensible. and ji-ah noticed this as she walked gently through the place and observed a group around her exchanging food or sharing it with those who needed it most. she raised her eyebrows at this, finding it peculiar that, in a game where greed seemed to prevail, they were sharing. she'd never have been able to bet on that, of all the things could have happened. could imagined some kind of revolution or fight over pieces of food, especially when noticed those who had voted to stay were not so patient, peaceful, or any other positive adjective.

⠀⠀but she couldn't believe her own action, as if watching from outside her own body.

⠀⠀❝ do you want it? ❞ she offered the small bottle of milk received from the soldiers to a guy standing near the group that had seemed so curious to her. 388 was on his chest, which made her think how they were just numbers after all. why had she done that? it's very different from what she'd have expected of herself. ❝ i can't drink it anyway... ❞ she said in a soft low voice, partly to justify her abrupt approach and partly to herself, after all, she could just keep it. could've thrown it away. anything, really. she held out her hand, waiting for a response, feeling a little bit stupid.