Acciona watched in silence, her emotions flickering between fascination and fear, satisfaction and… was it guilt that made her stomach twist? It couldn’t be. Despite all their attempts to brainwash her and manipulate her, the girl had only been submissive in order to save her own skin. She had never held any love or respect for Enno or Kyros. No, the thing that was eating at her had to be uncertainty. Who would she be, without them? There wasn’t a single part of her that wanted them to live, or to have them be a part of her life, but she had been taken when she was a pup. She barely remembered who she used to be, so how was she supposed to figure out who she was meant to become? With Kyros, her life had been hell, but everything had been laid out before her. Her future, his expectations. Now that she would finally be free of them, she had no clue what to do with herself. Of course she would stay in the Armada, but beyond that she felt lost, and ashamed to admit it.
