Schism's Edge
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Mercy was a term based on relativity, as were most concepts in this life she was coming to understand. He was merciful in that he was not punishing her as her Family would have, but he was cruel in what he asked of her. Yes, the desire to carry life had brought her to this, but it was love, passionate, complicated, dreadful love that allowed her to depart from her known ways and give in that what she perceived as better.

Necessary, he called these experiences, this pain. This bitterness coming to the surface…the feeling of helplessness…hopelessness. Contamination and seeking redemption. They did not feel necessary, but beyond her world of ignorance, she could see it as such. It was this that she needed to return to herself. Perhaps in due time, she could come to thank him in the soundless way they had communicated as children. But for now, she could not look at him, burdened with shame; a Nomad with its right to be called thus stolen. An Unspoken.

As he touched her arm, she felt her ridge rise in alarm, her body already bracing itself against another attack in the form of recoil… but felt not the lash, but a tender touch along its length til his fingers intertwined with hers. Her mind was in awe, but face dared not reflect it. She listened to him though, turning her head and ears to that she may better hear, then her brows peaked at his request. Of all that he had asked of her, he would request this innocent act. Replay an innocent time in their youth but with the knowledge of what that serene moment had meant. With the terrible things spoken from his mouth, it seemed almost unbelievable that he would ask for something so sweet…so kind.

Limp fingers curled within his grasp, stealing from them the stability she hardly had for herself. “I would do any and all for you,” she whispered, still reluctant to meet his eyes. “I would not deny you this.”

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