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“Come on, talk to me,” An pleads, clinging desperately to the threads of Kohane’s clothes. “Something’s wrong. I know something’s wrong. What is it? What can I do to fix it?”The truth is everything and nothing. It starts from the fact that this isn’t home—it’s a temporary playground they use because they’re still young and stupid and unwilling to grow up. Kohane had paid her part in dirty cash and An had paid hers in three-worded threats. Nothing about their life here is real. They’re barely real themselves.“Sometimes,” Kohane murmurs, arms falling limp where An squeezes them, “I wonder how you know so much, An-chan.”