"absolutely, but you seem as if you have a mission. although, any time you want a break i'll be happy to take you someplace. here again, or somewhere else."
the neon district was his home, yes, but he felt it was time to move. the dim slums were no longer safe, and the sewers rattle with the sounds of chase going on above. when his parents showed him around their new district, he looked in wonder at the healthy streets.
when he was dragged, rubble scraping his skin off and leaving a bloody trail, he thought of this. these glowing colors.
speaking of them, they flickered on as the sun sank. many different soft colors filled the already painted sky, and nik squeezed tessa's hand gently in reassurance.