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They do not escape in a blaze of flame and brimstone, with explosions at their backs as they flee a terrible fate, or with their weapons drawn as they fight their way out.
Weapons have no need for weapons.
They do not run, either, because the Society Sees All, and running would be suspicious in sight of such eyes.
They do not know what Seeing is truly like, just yet. It is better that the Society could never See at all.
They simply... miss their rendezvous. They veer off track, ditching marked paths and a planned meeting because there was one who Spoke of a possible fate, one that took what little control they had left.
It is as much a break for freedom as it is the first chapter in fighting for it—the first chapter in an unfinished story.
They meet with one who Speaks of freedom and others and a life beyond mission constraints. They learn through Spoken words and unknown truths what life is, what it could be in their own hands.
(They take different paths, for the first time in their lives.
The first time they can truly choose what they want to do, what they want to be, they choose to be different people.)
If they have a small fear of being too similar, if they freeze up when people laugh about cloning and evil halves—well, the topic isn't too hard to avoid.