Life isn't fair - and it never will be. If you expect the world to be kind just because you are, you're a fool. You'll stay a fool until you accept that kindness doesn't buy safety. Some people simply don't care.
"Like expecting a lion not to eat yo...
Info: Cashe has an unnerving gift—he can sense a lie before the words are even fully out of someone's mouth. It's not just intuition; it's something sharper, like he's wired to pick apart truth from fiction at a glance.
One side of his face is the result of extensive reconstruction. Beneath the skin lies reinforced structure, hard as steel. People joke that headbutting him is suicide.
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Kade Matthews
Age: 50
Height: 5'9
Gender: Male
Info: Kade is the school's long-standing "mechanical fixer." Two decades ago, Shelby—the founder of the mechanics program—brought him in to oversee and maintain it. Since then, Kade has been more than just a teacher or administrator; he's been a lifeline for the broken. Having a school of his own to run.
When others were written off as beyond repair, he took them apart and put them back together. Some call it saving, others call it playing god. Either way, Kade gives those who couldn't be saved by normal means a chance at survival—though sometimes survival comes at a cost.
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Octavia:
"You—him." I pointed between Cashe and the memory of Kade, still trying to piece my brain back together.
"Yes," Cashe said for what had to be the ninth time, like I was slow. He yawned, patting my back. I smacked his shoulder for good measure.
"Your family is really something," I muttered, sinking back and glaring at my legs. The dog—my dog now, since I'd lied and said it ran away—was curled up and snoring softly. Cute. Dangerous. Mine.
"You have no idea," Cashe yawned, right before the van went over another bump.
