Any other ideas?

He didn’t even try to deny anything she said. He came back to her, taking a seat before her and agreed that monster might fit, if that was what she needed. It was like the mask had dropped, and she was seeing him for who he was now. At last, she finally knew where she stood. He had tried to pretend that the Armada was different, but it was just the same as everywhere else. The patterns were the same, her reason in life was the same. He would do his best to smother the glimmer of personality she had held, just like her last pack. I’m sorry, mum. She thought softly. She knew her mother had given up her life to give Vesper a chance to escape. Because her daughter wouldn’t live to see her second year, not with her broken personality.

She looked at his paws, her voice dull and soft when she answered him. “Respect… respect means treat your masters like an authority, or they won’t treat you like a person.” she kept the sass out of her words this time, her stomach hurt, something inside of her hurt. She hadn’t wanted to be right, but she had pushed, and pushed, and she found the monster inside. She had known it was there, so why bother pretending she didn’t? She just couldn’t not look for it, it was who she was.

Her words fit, that was exactly what he wanted from her. He didn’t want personality, he didn’t want a person. He wanted a slave, respect.


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