["The work wasn't what he said it was". And that kind of fear...he has his assumptions, but nothing he thinks of is anything good. He frowns, feeling a sort of sharp anger, momentarily, for her, for the fact that she had to be tricked in such a way, before it relaxes, slightly.]
I'm sorry...I'm sorry that happened to you. [He finally says, quiet.] And I'm glad that you got out of that situation. Nobody even deserves to be put in a position like that.
[He's trying to find the words to say. He wants to reach out, touch her shoulder, but he can't.]
...We have to be careful, then. If it can use our memories...then that's quite a terrible weapon, indeed.
He’s dead and I’m not. That counts for something, right?
[ ... it did, and it does. she just needs to survive here, and then ergastulum and then... well. what, exactly? figure out where she goes next, what she does next. where she belongs.
the anger is a bit of a surprise. so many people in ergastulum knew her story before she even knew them — there were so many women like that in that place anyway that they were more of a sad fact and reality of life than something to get mad over and angry for.
but it’s... nice as well. there’s still fear and that spark of something defiant in her, but she can’t help but feel grateful too —- that he’s not asking for more details, and that what she’s saying is just being accepted as it is. ]
... [ she fiddles with the grabber, to give her hands something to do. other than fold across her chest protectively, or something like taking his hand and just ending up shocking both of them. ]
They’re already being used against us in some ways. It’s like a reverse hostage situation —- the Realm takes them, and we don’t know how to get them back. We just know we can, in some way. But we don’t know what, not properly.
We don’t even know if we can regain them in a non-violent way either.
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["The work wasn't what he said it was". And that kind of fear...he has his assumptions, but nothing he thinks of is anything good. He frowns, feeling a sort of sharp anger, momentarily, for her, for the fact that she had to be tricked in such a way, before it relaxes, slightly.]
I'm sorry...I'm sorry that happened to you. [He finally says, quiet.] And I'm glad that you got out of that situation. Nobody even deserves to be put in a position like that.
[He's trying to find the words to say. He wants to reach out, touch her shoulder, but he can't.]
...We have to be careful, then. If it can use our memories...then that's quite a terrible weapon, indeed.
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[ ... it did, and it does. she just needs to survive here, and then ergastulum and then... well. what, exactly? figure out where she goes next, what she does next. where she belongs.
the anger is a bit of a surprise. so many people in ergastulum knew her story before she even knew them — there were so many women like that in that place anyway that they were more of a sad fact and reality of life than something to get mad over and angry for.
but it’s... nice as well. there’s still fear and that spark of something defiant in her, but she can’t help but feel grateful too —- that he’s not asking for more details, and that what she’s saying is just being accepted as it is. ]
... [ she fiddles with the grabber, to give her hands something to do. other than fold across her chest protectively, or something like taking his hand and just ending up shocking both of them. ]
They’re already being used against us in some ways. It’s like a reverse hostage situation —- the Realm takes them, and we don’t know how to get them back. We just know we can, in some way. But we don’t know what, not properly.
We don’t even know if we can regain them in a non-violent way either.