The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is. – Winston Churchill
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(Elian)
It was a long, long day, and Elian almost felt like she would faint from the stress of it. She felt like she was slowly withering away or something. She sighed as she walked inside the crowded airport, holding on to Quillon's hand. His hand was the only thing that was keeping herself from losing her s**t.
When she woke up the first day after she died, she only wanted one thing. To find everyone who killed her and then obliterate them, and then she found Quillon, found out who she really was, found about a life that was beyond OOA, found a place where she felt like she belonged... and that was something worth holding on to. She was not going to let
