When will I see you again

She paused, confusion in her eyes. The world was already starting to swim around her. She felt a little funny, light headed. She took another drink to steady herself. He didn’t know? Or perhaps he didn’t understand to what she referred. His words were a little ambiguous but surely he had to know what incident she meant. “With that man, outside the Armada borders…” she slowly began to explain. Watching his expression, and finding no remembrance dawning there. Perhaps he truly had not known? That surprised her, though she knew she hadn’t mentioned it herself. Had no desire to.

Perhaps Briar had not wished it to be known, though her Mistress had been brave. Heroic, in saving her. If Briar had not wished him to know, to worry or feel his promises had been broken, then she had erred in telling him. Well, it was too late now. She sighed, putting down the drink. Leaning forward made the world move even faster around her and she started to lose her balance, half tipping onto Artorias. “I left Armada to find flowers to decorate the den, there was this man. He mounted me. I… you wanted me to learn to fight back. My fault” she whispered, remembering the pain of how she had betrayed him.

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