[Fatima bows her head at Jean's name, smiling slightly.
She bites the inside of her cheek, opening up old wounds until she can taste iron on her tongue. Blood pools for a moment, before she starts to channel it into the roots.]
A few months. After they emancipated me from an internment camp.
[Slowly, the stubborn weed starts to levitate out of the bank, the roots slipping away from the tuber like the delicate tendrils of a jellyfish.]
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She bites the inside of her cheek, opening up old wounds until she can taste iron on her tongue. Blood pools for a moment, before she starts to channel it into the roots.]
A few months. After they emancipated me from an internment camp.
[Slowly, the stubborn weed starts to levitate out of the bank, the roots slipping away from the tuber like the delicate tendrils of a jellyfish.]