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Reina hesitated before she spoke. She didn't like talking about the reason why she was put in the foster home. "Um.. my mom died when I was like, 7. It was rough." She looks down at her hands and chews on the inside of her cheek. "Then my dad started to fall apart. He got into drugs and it just spiraled out of control." Reina sighs softly. She eventually looks back up and stares at Dem. "CPS got involved, and here I am."
"We're pretty much just a bunch of kids thrown into the world just to have it shit all over us, huh?" Dem chuckles darkly, then pats Ptelea's head. "I better not hear you repeat that."
Ptelea giggles and hugs Dem softly, giving Reina a sad smile.
"My brother ran away from home about...5 years ago now. I was stuck at home for awhile, and just last year, my parents got in a horrible car wreck and died. I ran away from home to find my brother, but I got...attacked, and my arm's now pretty much useless." Dem lifts it to emphasize. "I've been at this hospital for 8 months now, the doctors trying everything to get feeling and function back but nothing works." He shrugs. "At least you two are free to go off and go on your own adventures. I won't be able to do that for a long time."