Sylene looked around and Mavis looked excited, "so many people! I bet the foods are great! And isn't this free?"
Millia nodded, "yes, everyday they gave nice foods, there is also nice vacation time, and good wellfare. The mission is a bit harsh, but reasonable. No hybrids would refuse to work here." She looked dreamily at zephyr.
"Compared to the world outside here is like a heaven to us, hybrids."
In the canteen, Sylene saw hybrids everywhere.
Some wore beggar's clothes, rough and worn, clearly meant as camouflage for the outside world. Others were in resistance uniforms like Millia and Ilfa—clean, practical, familiar. A few were dressed similarly to Lady Iris, refined and composed. There were nurses moving between tables, doctors in quiet discussion, people carrying trays, papers, supplies.
It felt busy.
Alive.
