•National Academy of Science, 1st Ward•
Valerian
"You're leaving?" Ana asked as she approached Trois. "Are you sure you should even be standing? Your injuries lok terrible." She added, gesturing to the bandages wrapped around Trois' waist which was stained with the ruby red liquid of his blood.
"Exactly! You almost died! You shouldn't push yourself too hard."
The air in the room was cold and the mood was gloomy. The tension was so thick that a knife could cut through it. Finally, with a sad yet slightly angry voice Trois said, "You may not know this because you all have lived your life without having to worry about anything but it isn't that easy in the 5th Ward."
