Pisces Joint ⇒ complete

5

Drowsily, she stumbles into the field, tired from working her days away to maintain a living.

One of the reasons why she has to move. 

It costs so much to live, yet it's illegal to take our lives.

What a trap they've set.

"Money," she moans, "All they care about is money."

He gives her a blink, saying, "Who?"

"Everyone. This world runs by money, and now, people are controlled by it. Obligated to live their life depending on how much green paper you own."

She inhales, taking a moment to read him. The wind howls, and he shivers in the sky.

"Eight, are you okay?"

He halts again, just as he had before, telling her, "No."

Tears trickle down her cheek, but she doesn't notice. "Please, you're all I have."