Snippet #941501

Hope grinned at the way that Yena looked at Micheal once she had her helmet off. Yena had this sort of dreamy look on her face, as though Micheal could be the answer to all her problems. Hope slid silently to the back of her cage and turned to look at James who was walking over to the dead mans body. She saw his mouth move but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying. Sadness, was a feeling that Hope had yet to feel. She always saw it in people's eyes and gestures but she had never actually felt it before. She had felt it in little doses but she had never felt a wave of sadness fill her. Honestly, she had never felt any feeling very strongly. Even though she had feelings now they were still tiny and didn't have much affect on her. Her eyes remained on James as she wondered how he felt right now. Losing a friend, how terrible it must be to lose someone who meant so much. She turned back around as he lit the body on fire, rested her head against the back of the cage and closed her eyes. She didn't really feel like looking around at the moment.