“We’re twins,” Lucky continued. It was a lie, but not that far from the truth. If it wasn’t for the major’s dyes, they would’ve almost looked the same. “Olivia was a soldier, and I was a scholar. She cut her hair and dyed her coat so we could tell each other apart.” Again, a lie, but not too far from reality. It was easier to lie when she was only a little distance from the truth.