[She remembers everything he said, then. She hadn't been able to relax or sleep properly, after all, with a man leaning against her flank. But she had been so cold, suffering in the wake of losing the Oracle of the Scorching Isles, and he- Perhaps letting him touch her then had been her first mistake.
But to her credit... She listens. She doesn't release him still, but she listens, even if it's hard to imagine humans hating each other, treating each other, as badly as humans in her world treated jinba. He had said he was being honest now... But how is she supposed to believe that? He has lied about even his own name, for months...
Assassination attempts. A life in a palace. Foreign blood. Slaves. The words are all right, the story might make sense, but her head is so full that it's difficult to take it all in. She thinks about Horos, about when she first met him, about every other awful thing that had happened in that world before this one, how he had been slightly younger than her and now slightly older, and he just thought-]
Then who-
[She can barely say the word. She half snarls trying to do it, fails, swallows, tries again, her voice cracking again (her grip shaking beneath his wrist.)]
Who is fool enough to think they love me? Claude von Riegan or Khalid?
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But to her credit... She listens. She doesn't release him still, but she listens, even if it's hard to imagine humans hating each other, treating each other, as badly as humans in her world treated jinba. He had said he was being honest now... But how is she supposed to believe that? He has lied about even his own name, for months...
Assassination attempts. A life in a palace. Foreign blood. Slaves. The words are all right, the story might make sense, but her head is so full that it's difficult to take it all in. She thinks about Horos, about when she first met him, about every other awful thing that had happened in that world before this one, how he had been slightly younger than her and now slightly older, and he just thought-]
Then who-
[She can barely say the word. She half snarls trying to do it, fails, swallows, tries again, her voice cracking again (her grip shaking beneath his wrist.)]
Who is fool enough to think they love me? Claude von Riegan or Khalid?