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I can trust you.

[though she's a bit unsure about it - after all, as little as she might want to know, she hardly wants him to know things about her that she doesn't know. so she won't close her eyes, but she will follow.

they can leave this area. everything else from this time is hidden, forgotten, and anything to see is buried at the end of dark hallways. just flashes of things, memories. remembering the cloister where she grew up, being trained to say her prayers, her tongue always tripping over the words as she nearly said old prayers she could no longer remember. training, being observed like a specimen, harsh punishments whenever she failed.

they took prisoners sometimes. enemies, selûnites. the same man's face among them, but unremarkable. fully a stranger in her eyes.

but that's it - there's nothing else to see, and then they're out of this area.]