"How old were you?"

Not that their experiences are equivalent. Still, listening to Gwen talk, it's hard not to feel a connection with someone who is describing what she is: being sent away, or taken, or both, and being forced to learn to be a part of an entirely new world, and having someone at your back every day showing you all the ways in which you're not good enough.

A log pops in the fire. Clarisse watches its insides flare red as the flames consume it.

"And what was she seeing?"