Vermeil's pupils trembled as she dragged her eyes over each of the people present.
Of course, some of them were a couple pounds heavier after graduating high school, and a few even had their hair grown out, but it was certainly them.
"I don't… understand…" she muttered unconsciously.
When the captives finally heard someone speaking in English, they looked up with renewed hope in their eyes and strained against their bondages.
"Do you mind if I ask them some questions, Vaal…?" Vermeil suddenly asked.
The asanbosam was slightly weirded out.
Food…?
Taking to each other..?
It didn't really make sense.
How would you feel if you were having breakfast one morning and your eggs and bacon just started having an in depth conversation about the weather?
Exactly, you would worry that you had accidentally eaten an edible at some point.
