She rubbed her head. Personal questions were the worst. Despite her abilities, she hated feeling like a freak. The only reason people wanted to know anything about her so they could talk about her afterwards to their friends or gawk at her. Madame had told them it wasn’t their job to be concerned with what normal, non-conditioned people did. Her role in life was simply to serve others and pray for redemption in the end.
“I’m not sure how old I am.”