[Well... that helps visualize. A bit more than helps, if the dark cast to her expression is any indication. She had suffered indignities at the hands of the Vakdir, but she hadn't actually felt helpless. Not really. She'd had faith the entire time that were she take her proper form, if they weren't undercover, that she could escape.
But that image, on a ship... it reminds her too much of Asterion Prison. What true helplessness had felt like. What the makeshift blade against her stomach had felt like.]
How foul.
[She has to say something, anything that isn't about that.]
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But that image, on a ship... it reminds her too much of Asterion Prison. What true helplessness had felt like. What the makeshift blade against her stomach had felt like.]
How foul.
[She has to say something, anything that isn't about that.]
- I much preferred Oska.