The Least Common Denominator

LIII.I Radian

How long has it been since this wild journey of mine started in this fucked up world? Four years? Five? I had completely lost count of it all alongside my own age the longer I tried to live on for the sake of my sister. Then again, me losing track of my own age at least made it easier for me to delude myself that I was still young. Already, I could feel the existential crisis that age gave me back in the old world; the fact that we're all going to die one way or another putting a damper on my already sour mood as I tried my best to navigate Livia's safe house without getting lost again.

 

"Where the fuck was it again?"

 

Well, at the very least, I could still remember that it had already been a week since that disastrous run-in with that plant Num named Tourniquet. And while I knew that wasn't her real name, it was still fun for me to say that word over and over