"You do know that owls aren't blind, right?" Is the response that comes from the teenager who is standing beside him, knee-deep in her Leaf. She pauses just long enough to look up at him — a moth demon, clearly the blind one n this equation — and goes right back to the device with a sigh.

"It's old news, some people have been here for months." After shooting a text message to someone she pockets her Leaf, folds her arms and turns her disdain on the court leaders themselves. "I think they're full of shit, it's a poor and overused excuse of a scare tactic. They probably don't even know we're gone."

Stella and Andrealphus are so busy gossiping about her father most days that they rarely even notice when she skips out on dinner. Out of sight, out of mind.