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::: [i]Deia Ticy[/i] :::
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	Deia as of now had nothing to do. No orders, no immediate threats against Master Nina, nothing. For the first time in her life, Deia had [i]nothing[/i] to do. This new nothingness stunned Deia, who was used to receiving orders every hour or so. 
	
	With this new nothingness, however, came another new experience.

	[i]Thought[/i]

	Her own thoughts, not preoccupied with countering threats or trying to work began to wander into new places. They weren't normal or deep thoughts by any means, but they were still [i]new[/i] - they were still things she had never had the time to think about, and she began wondering all the more.

	[i]"What is this place?

	"What am I doing here?

	"Who are all those people?
	
	"Why do some of them look so small?

	"When am I going to be able to remove these clothes?
	
	"What am I really doing here?

	"When will I be able to walk again?

	"Why does Nina want me to talk?

	[b]"What does Nina want from me?"[/b][/i]

	Such were the thoughts running through the little espers head. Some thoughts were uncomfortable for her to consider, but none of them were unwelcome . . . however, she did wonder if any of her questions would be answered, or if her questions even mattered at all.

	Deia was still staring at Nina, and despite her thoughts she was outwardly still, and as expressionless as ever. The small girl tilted her head and asked:

	"Whaaad aru yauw nexut orrers, Nee-nuh?" in the same raspy and atrophied voice. She desperately wanted something to do, if only so she wouldn't have to think anymore.