Talia recognized few people who were few hours ago were her colleagues. They were here to make sure the 'cargo' didn't try to escape.
"What? Want to say goodbye to your friend? I inquired they don't quite like you."
"I know."
"Thus is the fate of weak people. We who have transcended human limits can kill them with a touch, oh, I mean I can but there are similar plans for you once we land." The woman smirked.
She didn't think Talia could survive the ordeal after all she herself went through the rituals when she was ten years old. It was well documented that the younger they are the best would be their chances to survive. Talia was over thirty which makes her chances abysmal.
She also didn't feel any familiar bond with Talia. Just like her, she only found out recently through her master that they had same father, knowing her father's history she hated him so meeting her half sister was not a happy event for her. Honestly she felt numb to it, like she didn't care at all.
