Mae stared at August. He was huge, but not that much taller than her. He seemed emotionless, like her. "I'm Mae" She said, offering her hand as she brushed her hair out of the way with the other. She turned to the girl who had spoken only to see she wasn't there. "Who the hell was that?" she asked August. As she waited for a response, she stared into his eyes. They were bright, unlike hers. But cold and hard the way her's had been since she could remember. She couldn't remember the last time she looked in the mirror and saw her eyes shining the way they did when she was young. Part of her missed them, but part of her couldn't care less.