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In the darkness of the cage, it was fine. Floor's eyes didn't hurt like in the light. She didn't want for much. She could stare at the bugs crawling along the metal and eating what remained of wood and crumpled bedding. It was only whenever she left that the light hit her and hurt. Rocket always spoke of a sky, but the sky likely was as bright as when the ceiling lights were bright. It hurt her eyes, but not as much as outside the cage.
Outside was a place she rarely saw anymore. She ate in peace and wondered.
Rocket went outside a lot.
But Rocket always came back sad.
Outside of the cage was bad. Outside was scary. Outside was sad.
Floor didn't like that place. The cage she could hide in a corner and be unable to get tooked. Nobody messed with her anymore. She was as 'perfect' as she could be. That's what they had said. She had Rocket. That was her friend. Floor had friends. Three friends. How could anyone want more than three friends?
Floor waited and watched the bugs. They never seemed to die out. They were going to be here forever.
It was quiet, and Floor wasn't sure if she liked quiet or if she preferred noise. Sometimes the noise was everyone upset, sometimes it was crying. Was that better than silence?
The rabbit looked outside the bars, at a place they were forbidden to be. A place they should not go. She wanted to see the sky, but she also wanted to be safe.
For them to be safe.