Ricia
Retired M
"Its called a light bulb... Actually I should have just told you something weird again. You're right... I am trying backwards... Joy of being free." Sage tried to think about it as she dusted off the shattered glass from herself. She cut herself a bit, but she didn't bother flinching or saying anything as she threw stuff in a small trash bin by her desk. "I don't know what freedom feels like." She told him after a moment before she stuck her finger in her mouth.