Well, see, first you acquire some basic reasoning skills: Good ideas, bad ideas, risk/reward. Then you decide 'fuck that' and do whatever you want.

"... So, not normal." Trace jokes, waving her hand a little to make sure Umi knew it was a joke. As for her friends... it was just a random accident. It could have happened to anyone, and through no fault of their own. Her friends were a bit more complicated than that, but essentially one of them had always been an asshole and the other just didn't care much about anything. And... those were the only two friends she had left at this point.

Trace led a sad, slightly weird, life. "Oh, that is cool. I used to do soccer, myself." But then... yeah. Yeah. "Like I said, still kinda generic, though. Guess they just took us for kicks, and there's no good reason."