Ebony
"...But it's a dream Riddles; something that I want more than every, but can never fathom having."
Ebony cracked her eyes open as she heard Ara's voice, timidly uncurling her legs before pushing herself up. Everything ached, especially ribs, but the damn brace hooked around her prevented the main movements that would cause pain. She stretched everything, wincing at the pins and needles she had accumulated, frowning when her tail remained uncomprehending. She was glad the appendage didn't go through an inhuman shrink and go into her skin, but this was just as bad, having a useless unresponsive string of muscle hanging off her.
She blinked and looked up at Ridley, able to see in the dim light,though not as good as when she had night vision. Ebony bit her lip for a moment, then casually said to Ara, through their cell, voice scratchy,
"Dreams are supposed to be unfathomable. That's what makes them dreams, things you think of and long for, even if it's improbable. Dreams make the world, hermoso, único, un lugar que desean vivir en. Dreams make lives." She sighed, glad her throat was beginning to soften up and began prodding at some new bruises on her arm.
"What are you talking about anyway?" She asked airily, thought she was sure she knew, having heard a few earlier snatches of their conversation whilst she was regaining consciousness. Escape.
The outside world was a place Ebony didn't have good memories with, at least in America. Their next location was in Canada. Better.
If Ebony did manage to escape, she'd get to Mexico somehow, find Abuela, hide her strange mutations and try to live normally. Or maybe she and the others could go off in some untamed part of Canada, found a little community or sorts, live in peace, pretend to be poor victims of some nucular disaster, far enough away no one will have heard of it.
Wishful thinking, but like she had said, dreams were all they had, so why abandon them.