Literature
When You Taught Me How to Dance
Docking on Trade World always made Two nervous. It must have been something to do with being around so many people ‒ she hated having to keep up the act, but they couldn’t afford to drop their guards for a moment. When Nos-4-a2 wasn’t keeping her with him, pretending to show her off like a trophy prisoner, she had to stay locked in her cell for safe keeping.
It always made Two restless. The room was small, sparsely furbished, and had no windows. A metal shelf ran along the back wall, serving as a bed or a bench (whichever was required), only padded by pillows tattered enough to make it seem like Nos-4-a2 didn’t care.