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Sav

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Her posture seemed to relax initially, it might have been overboard but she did not know how to handle the situation appropriately. Still it seemed he did not think badly of her.

He introduced himself, it was short and sweet. Easy to take in, except it was not. Constantino listed too many things he was a apart of, until he mentioned his knack to control time. Farren was skeptical, but then again what was considered normal here? There was no way to disprove him, but it weighed on her mind greatly.

She shook her head briefly, it was a matter to go over later.

When she thought she was in the clear Constantino asked more. He was right, she was spewing statistics at him. He wanted an answer from the heart.

Farren went to open her mouth but no words come out, she did not know how to answer him. Her personal feelings never were brought up, it did not matter how she felt. There never was a reason to feel before, until now.

Her eyes twitched. "I-i..." She stuttered. Her chest seemed to tighten, she did not understand.

"...I had always been prepared for the consequences for my failures. To protect what I thought was right." Farren choked on her words every now and then.

What was this feeling? Could she call it a feeling? She did not understand.

"However everything I had known was but a distraction from reality, I never knew about the implications of my actions. That was until I found out the fate of my parents."

It was a accident that was never suppose to happen. If she had not found out she would not be here, she would not be like this.

Farren gazed to Connstantino, she was forcing to keep a straight expression. "I want to start giving back everything I took away and I know I can not give back the lives I have taken. Even then it will not be enough, but I feel I must relieve this debt."

After she finished she gasped a little, she the word 'feel'. What did that truly mean? She did not understand.
 
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This was what Constantino had been looking for. While Farren had been good at keeping her face straight and professional, her words and eyes belied what she truly felt. He knew she most likely wouldn't know exactly what she was feeling, never having been taught such things since soldiers didn't need such things. Now that she was just a girl, though, it was time to learn of such beautiful things.

It would take time, though. To suddenly start feeling could be overwhelming and more damaging than one would think. It would be best to ease her into that world, which the job as a waitress would be perfect for that. Taking orders while being able to observe how the other half of the world lived, the ones she would have been protecting as a soldier. Maybe then she would be able to find what she needs to live for herself, to feel it for herself.

"Thank you. I know that wasn't easy, but it never is the first time." Looking out the window, Consty's eyes seemed to glaze over a bit in memory. "I've seen a lot of kids like you before. Forced to grow up before you even know what it was like to be your age. A lot were able to find their way back to regular life." He sighed, holding back his own tears. "Some weren't. I couldn't be there for them, but I'll do everything I can for you."

Turning back, he smiled and took out a blank name tag. It had the logo for his Diner on it, marking it's wearer as an employee. He also took out a black permanent marker, laying the two in front of Farren. "The job is yours. I want you to make your own name tag, design it however you want. Doesn't have to be strictly your name, make it unique, make it yours. This'll be the first step in taking your life back and doing what you want with it, not what you're told to do with it."
 
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In the midst of her own self confusion she turned her head to Constantino. What was strange was that this man has just said similar things to what her adopted father would say, that made her throat feel a little tight. Except this man has been through this before, she was not the first. Was it so strange to be brought up the way she was, Constantino seemed to think it was not.

She did not understand.

But the job was given to her, it was her first step into adapting into society. She cleared her throat and pulled on her shirt, she felt hotter all of a sudden. Some part of her was ready to be free and do as she pleased, but another side said that she wanted to be told what to do. It was hard to understand, she did not know why she would think this. Perhaps it was a old habit, a leach that latched and rooted itself deep in her.

"Th-thank you. I-i... Thank you." She stammered a little.

Farren gazed at the pen and tag, this would be her identity here. Something she would be called by. It would be easy to just use her own name, that would make sense.

She took hold of the pen, popped off the lid and wrote with extreme caution and care. When finished she blurted out, "Farris." Farren finished, leaving the pen on the table. Her hands returned to her lap.

"It is a combination of mine and my father's." Her eyes averted briefly. It wasn't strange to do such a thing right? It did not matter, this was her choice. That was what she was told to do, so she did it.
 
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