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It took quite a bit of effort to situate the location and timeframe of his story, as well as the people involved. She'd expected a brief, volatile answer from her beau. But this was extremely detailed; not only depicting Temeraire's mother but another female known as Siku. It was an influx of information far too great for her to assimilate immediately; Lilin had to latch onto key words to keep her head from reeling too much. She did not look at him as he spoke, her mediterranean gaze fixated upon the water ripples instead. It was easier to avoid facing him, keeping her own emotions from reaching him as he spoke. The Soulstorm heir hadn't expected his story to involve a second woman, with whom he'd felt a strong level of affection. While his intentions were innocent enough, admitting to having never loved her was a double-edged statement.

It made her question their relationship and the degree of fondness they shared. Was it love? If he'd been fooled once, who was to say he could not be fooled twice? Lilin did not meet his gaze when he'd turned his head to take a look at her. She merely listened, her ears perked and alert with apprehension. An answer to her second question came shortly thereafter, resembling the first response he'd provided her with. As much as he'd never loved Siku, he'd never loved this Imari either. She finally understood what he'd meant that day when he'd referred to Temeraire's conception as unconventional. As comforting as all of this was, she couldn't help but anguish over the mere fact that they'd also gotten physical while heavily under the influence. Lilin did believe him to a certain extent, having experienced it herself in his company. Alcohol certainly must've had its share of responsibility, but the fact that he'd referred to the whole ordeal as being taken advantage of coaxed a cynical snort out of her maw.

"We weren't exactly sober when we kissed either but you knew what you were doing, Saul." Had she taken advantage of him too? She calmed when his story became about Temeraire and how he'd been pawned off to his unexpecting father. A relieved sigh passed her lips too soon because she was in for another surprise. Nayru had saved the Aeska's life after giving birth to her own son. What Saul didn't know was the fact that she'd foretold the death of Kahlo and gotten into a verbal scuffle with the expecting mother only a few days prior. Lilin shut her eyes then, remembering how corrupt of a person she'd been just a few months ago. There were plenty skeletons in her closet; she could make an inebriated Saul look like a saint, and she couldn't blame her deeds on alcohol either. "Thank you for telling me."


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