"What's going on between you and Earth?" I asked John during our brief lunchtime break. We had been training for hours and it was our little break time. There was still time before we resumed training, and I wanted to address something that had been gnawing at me—John's clear animosity toward Earth.
John glanced up from the small basket of food, his eyes unreadable. After a moment, he resumed eating, chewing in silence before offering a curt response. "Nothing."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You can't lie to me, Johnny."
His shoulders shrugged with indifference. "Whatever. It's got nothing to do with you."
"I wonder about that." I let the words hang in the air. Something about this conversation felt oddly familiar, as if I had been in a situation like this before, but the memory eluded me, hovering just out of reach. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing something about John.
