Amy sits straight up. Her palms brace her on the ground.
"I'm here," she calls, soft, in return. It was that girl, wasn't it? Well: that's probably the most fortuitous end to the landslide. And Amy believes in luck. After all, hasn't she had enough bad luck getting lumped in the arena in the first place?
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"I'm here," she calls, soft, in return. It was that girl, wasn't it? Well: that's probably the most fortuitous end to the landslide. And Amy believes in luck. After all, hasn't she had enough bad luck getting lumped in the arena in the first place?