sacredpath | pc: yves

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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.]

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noirges

[ he'll hold her hand as he goes, taking the lead to try to get them out of there. he doesn't linger and for now, he doesn't ask questions. it's hard to feel like it would be alright to, when shadowheart was as terrified as she was of the wolf. shaken up to this extent.

still, these things do make him frown. to be treated like a point of observation rather than a person, and the punishments make his mouth pull downward. he keeps his hold on her hand relaxed on purpose, even though there's a tension in his shoulders like he wants to intervene.

the portion with the enemies is confusing, and the fact that she no longer reacts to that man... what is this?

when they're out and only then, he'll turn to her and tell her more than ask: ]

I'm going to hug you.

[ just a fair warning but

after all that, it just seems appropriate. so he'll be gentle about it, let her pull away at any moment if she wants but... he does bring her into an embrace ]

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sacredpath

[it's less these specific things she was seeing and more what they represent - a period of her life that is basically unknown to her, where anything could have happened, even things she doesn't want to know about herself or things she wouldn't want yves to know.

but she nods, and will accept the hug.]

...I don't know who he was, but. They captured him, not killed him.

[only the next time she met him, she didn't know him anymore.]