[ She shakes her head, to at least one part of it. She doesn't doubt the latter part - and that is the point, isn't it really. ]
We would. I remember where I was born, where I grew up. In a shack with a dirt floor to a poor and honest man and a devout woman, who were no one and nothing but one more supplicant to greater leaders. I was born as insignificant as ash. When it is my time, and the Gods feel it is fitting at least, no doubt I will become it when they burn my body.
[ It's not mournful, only restful, peace, relief from herself, and right now - she wants it - she wants out of this skin, this body that is connected to that which makes her wretch so with disgust. The mistake there, of Sam. To call it prejudice, like she simply awoke one day - to decide that she hated them. That she was ever that kind of woman. It wounds her, even as she imagines she deserves it, but it does.
A want to curl away, lick her bleeding heart. This time it will close up, this time she will remove it. ]
It is not acceptable to me to simply remove myself from my duties. I will stand side by side to my knees in my own blood, if I must. I have never found such a thing so precious.
[ She turns away from him, and with it, she goes to settle, covering up that too open expression by instinct. She is adrift, in purpose, and to it, she has taken that one available in front of her with both hands. ]
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We would. I remember where I was born, where I grew up. In a shack with a dirt floor to a poor and honest man and a devout woman, who were no one and nothing but one more supplicant to greater leaders. I was born as insignificant as ash. When it is my time, and the Gods feel it is fitting at least, no doubt I will become it when they burn my body.
[ It's not mournful, only restful, peace, relief from herself, and right now - she wants it - she wants out of this skin, this body that is connected to that which makes her wretch so with disgust. The mistake there, of Sam. To call it prejudice, like she simply awoke one day - to decide that she hated them. That she was ever that kind of woman. It wounds her, even as she imagines she deserves it, but it does.
A want to curl away, lick her bleeding heart. This time it will close up, this time she will remove it. ]
It is not acceptable to me to simply remove myself from my duties. I will stand side by side to my knees in my own blood, if I must. I have never found such a thing so precious.
[ She turns away from him, and with it, she goes to settle, covering up that too open expression by instinct. She is adrift, in purpose, and to it, she has taken that one available in front of her with both hands. ]