231.04.14 | 10:48 a.m.
During the next days Kat was only seen at work. Gally never saw her during the meals nor in the evening or any break at all. She did what she had to do, and when her work was finished she vanished. No chance to have a private word with her.
So one day he made sure that he alone worked with Kat on a new fence for the pens.
“You are rarely seen in the Glade”, he began, carefully avoiding every phrase that could make her angry.
She shrugged and kept working.
“How are you? Are you not well?”
Now she flashed him a glance.
Yes, he knew he wasn't known for being polite, or even caring. But he had to prod on: “Is there anything I can do for you?”
She shook her head. But she smiled. And finally took pity on him. “No. It's alright. There's nothing you can do.”
“But what is it?” Gally took a deep breath. “Look, I miss you! You've always been around, and you belong to our group.”
But now she shook her head again. “No. That's the point. I don't belong. I'm the only girl around, see? Why are there no other girls? And why can't I leave?” Her voice became louder with every sentence now: “Why am I forbidden to leave the Glade? I want to help getting us out of here, and look at me now: All I do is building us a home inside this prison!”
Gally took a step back and slowly raised his hands. “Howow! Slim it, girl. You still wanna be a Runner, do you? Is this about Newt?”
She shrank back from fury to greenbean, and nodded mutely.
He did not say a word, and after a while she sniffed and pressed: “No need to lose another word about this matter.”