Broken Pasts and Broken Hearts

She had never been a mindless organism, in fact she had often thought of great things, odd things, whatever her mind could drum up whenever she wasn't needed and utterly bored. Her audits would swivel, careening backwards and away. She had thoughts, she simply never spoke them. Speaking such things aloud was a sin, a wretched claw coiled around ones soul, she had seen so many slaves tortured, emasculated, killed because they had voiced an opinion. She had logic and thought but submission was engrained into the very fabric of her being. Obedience coiling about her like a vice. A jack of all trades, a worthy and well mannered slave, she was the picture child for those like her, and Glaciem was attempting to alter the fabric of who she was. She could not decide if she liked such a thing or not. It terrified and fascinated her all in the same instance.

She would listen intently, head tilted down and away, ears swiveling animatedly as she cause the different pitches in his tone. She would hesitate, a sense of unease washing over her at his words. No... no one had told her to meander about the territory, no one had told her to approach him and yet... here she stood. Perhaps she could find this happy middle ground, this tiny space of time and adoration between the two extremes, she could be free, so long as the ghosts of shackles remained locked about her ankles, perhaps that could be obtained, perhaps that could be achieved, before her mind could drum up a response he was speaking again, answering her second question.

Stunned shock settled over her maw, jaw falling open slightly, blood colored eyes widening like saucers and her entire bodice falling utterly still. For a prolonged moment, her heart forgot to beat, her lungs forgot they were needed to draw breath, everything around and about her simply stopped. How could he think so highly of her? How could he adore her? She was a slave, no one thought anything of her save for a maggot squirming in the dirt she was nothing, a nobody, why did he see so much in her? Why did he hold her in such high regard. It wasn't right, it wasn't fair and he deserved so much more than she could give him, she was used and trashed, bent and rebroken! However could he think so much of her.

"You should not say such things. I have been used in so many ways... I'm unclean, filthy, I am undeserving of the compliments you bestow upon me. I am not these things you speak of me." Slight panic edged its way into her deep tones, almost as though she was bleeding with him to agree with her, to say she was right, to damn her. "I am a slave, built for abuses, I have deserved no less." Her voice grew increasingly softer. She was frightened, scared by her words. Why did he see so much goodness in her when she could hardly bare to glance at her own reflection in the crystalline pools of water? "You deserve far better than I."

She would relax ever so slightly as his words brought her a bit of comfort. She had helped him. Such was familiar to her, she was used to helping others, she was used to such a formality. She would hesitate only a moment, blood colored eyes drifting languidly from his form to turn about the snow. "You are welcome, I think. I only wish there was more I could do for you. You have a kind heart Rogue." Her voice was a soft hum, melodic, gentle and an ever so small smile would drift across her maw.



Speech!