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She knew. Oh, God, she totally knew. An inaudible whine comes from pursed lips as Wren watches the sharpfang's expression shift in the salted hues of midnight. Fear. Flashbacks. She knew that feeling. She offers a paw for her to reach for, if she wanted it.
But she couldn't pretend. It all came spilling out in a pitifully high-pitched voice.
Germanicus, she rasps, an edge to the way she says his name. Germanicus, we were talking about what Lilitu could've been doing in Akashingo, and he said that-- that he took you there. Something about one of his friends and a lady he wanted to marry that was a fella-heen. She would not use the word slave. He didn't, uh, go into any detail, but I swear to fucking god I could've killed him.
She makes an effort to keep her voice low, even as the venom etches at her tone.
I didn't-- I didn't wanna tell you, because I, I know what it's like, to try and rebuild after living through that kinda hell. To want to leave it in the past. And I wanted you to have that peace. She looks away. The tears glaze her eyes, well at the brims. But I can't lie to you. And I'm sorry.