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"All right, then," Amunet said, "Good night, Kit,...and thank you." She hoped her sincerity was apparent. If she had been in Kit's position, she wasn't sure she would have as much mercy to strangers, given her own personality. The girl was so sweet and, honestly, the cutest person she had ever met. Amunet smiled at Kit as she left, musing over all of the little parts of her. Amunet, in one day, found herself completely charmed by the small 17-year-old, and she was glad for it. She knew that Kit's innocence and kindness would be a great comfort for her in the future.

"Sixty-four," Amunet muttered out loud when she was alone. It seemed like just the right age for the older man. Amunet also had the feeling that, despite his age, he would outlive all of them. The thought stopped Amunet's train of thoughts in their tracks. How long would they live? She hadn't really thought about it before. All she really knew about the disease came from the time when her dying world screamed for answers, and they came on whispers in the wind and in the darkness of rotting alleyways. She knew it gave strength, enhanced senses, and a better immune system, but she didn't know much more than that. Did it cause them to live longer? Did it cause anything else? The thoughts troubled Amunet as she, too, made her way to her room. Following the instructions she'd been given, she found it in no time, but it barely registered in her brain that she had gone to the room or gotten in the bed, so absorbed she was with her thoughts. She nodded off with the conclusion to find out more about the disease that changed everything.