"But I'd fight me!" says Twelve.

"I know," says Bina. "That's something we should work on. Here - put me down over there."

She groans, gritting her teeth against the pain, as Twelve lowers her onto the grass.



"Have you figured out," sighs Bina, barely audible over the roar. "Whether you trust yourself yet?"

Twelve stares at her and hesitates.