"What nonsense are you spouting, Sanya?" Lia asked, raising a brow. "I am getting better now, but I was really sick back then."
"I don't think so. I researched about trauma, and-"
"Sanya. Alright, I'll tell you the truth," she said in a low voice, leaning closer to her, "Yes. I am faking my illness."
"But why… Why do you have to lie to your grandfather? Dr. Logan was so worried about you."
"It is something that a scientist like you will never understand…" she sat properly on the steel chair, placing both hands on the glass of strawberry yogurt she requested.
"I will never understand if you won't tell me. What's the matter?" Sanya sipped some wine again. "Since you've already revealed the truth about your illness to me, I will listen to you… and try to be as understanding as possible."
Lia chuckled, "As if you are understanding to mutants, Sanya."
"Lia, don't tell me you're a mutant-"
