Cierra pulled back from the girl who had just walked in on the conversation, finding her both rude and daunting. She folded her arms, anrgy at being so rudely interuppted, ignoring her question, and ignoring the dialogue between the girl and the prisoner.
'"Who are you talking to?"' Cierra thought, mocking the girl softly inside her own head. 'That's our business, not yours.'
Cierra, however, was drawn in by the prisoner saying something that she did not understand - a different language. How many other different languages did this man know?
Being a simple girl with little to nil education, Cierra couldn't test her question, but she could ask it. Turning back to the prisoner, she said, "How many other languages do you know?"
Then, remembering his reaction to Meiou's statement of getting the prisoner out of his cell, she added, "And you do not want to come out of there, if your friends are not here? Friendship is what you want, friendship is all I have to give. I'm sure we could help each other."
Cierra didn't quite know why she was talking to a prisoner, a prisoner, for that matter, who was on death row. She didn't know why she had just offered him her friendship, her loyalty, and his freedom, if Meiou truly could grant him that. She did, however, know one thing - she had said it, she was here now, and there was no way in this world that she was going to take it back.
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