Kyra
Kyra felt nothing as she surveyed the area called a living room, where most of the mutants she had accompanied in escaping were. Shouldn't be feeling something for them? She delved inside her head, searching for feelings of sympathy, pity, anything of that sort but only felt fatigue nipping at her mental heels.
Why am I here? Why did I decide to join them?
The questions were of the type she hated the most. Questioning herself was not something she was fond of, as she felt herself to be a Thing... Not at all Human, but not quite a Monster yet. Something-in-between the two. A thing that didn't deserve to be here in the moment.
Disgusted and aggravated with herself for thinking and being in such close proximity with these... former targets, she made her way outside. Once free from the confines of the building, the house, the assumed safe place, she let out a heavy sigh. She was starving, exhausted, and frustrated with her current position. No doubt, punishment for choosing these escapees over her... Her what? Masters? Captors? What were they? What was she? Who was she to leave them for feeling something she couldn't properly understand?
That feeling she felt when she saw that wide open area of lily-white snow and no cages. That feeling that had scared her so badly. A feeling so raw and painful... What was it? Fury, Uncaged, Passion, a feeling she couldn't describe that had left her wanting... A feeling that she felt she could feel if she had joined these... Escapees... Yet she didn't feel anything for them, for herself, for anything... Did she choose wrong?
The sound of a bird whistling brought her out of her thoughts, and back into the Present. Flabbergasted by these thoughts of hers, Kyra did her best to bury them deep and forget them as she began a patrol around the area, watching closely for any traps.