"No," she said flatly. "But it was made very clear to me that either I worked for them or I really would be in Row 8, Plot 30. And I have a very strong self-preservation instinct."

She'd built it as a child, honed it as a teen, and Section had been no different. She wanted to live, so she'd worked for them. It wasn't until later she realized it was no life at all, to not actually exist and to have to do things she would never have chosen to do. Especially since she'd gotten there through literally no fault of her own.