Kila: My grandmother taught me her skills, when she was lucid. In my free time, I- uh… [she was a twitter activist oh no] never mind that, I’m getting off track. In time it was decided that I should leave Jukani altogether. My father took me along on a raid to the capital city of Frella, and when he went home, he went home on his own. I worked in a morgue there until I had a chance meeting with a man named Skir. I was hired onto his team of patchworkers. There I met Null-13. He was my mentor of sorts. A “friend”, if I can be said to have friends. Null-13 was Lakoi. He was exiled before the war and thus survived. The Lakoi live long lives. Well, they used to. You may be right. They may all be gone now. But in any case, Mik…