[ Maybe that was a strange thing to ask a teenage kid, but... the kids Maxwell tends to know have seen shit. It doesn't surprise him that she has an answer - an admission? - hesitant though it may be.

As if he doesn't already know she's feeling homesick. He wouldn't have lived nearly this long if he couldn't read a few obvious nonverbal cues.

He doesn't think she's weak. If anything, he thinks she's lucky she has a home to miss. She must be a good kid. ]

Guess it's not possible here either, the way they've got us cooped up and guarded day and night.

[ He snorts under his breath. ]

Not sure why I asked, now that I think about it.