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Deuce swallowed again. Her instinct was to shut up, to not speak. To cower. She was a leader, damnit. Why was she in this stupid position? She knew the answer, of course. She was stupid. She was aggressive when she should have just turned and walked away. She closed her bi-colored eyes and took a deep breath. She let it ot, trying to calm herself. Fear would get her nowhere. Anger would get her nowhere. She needed to just stay calm and rational, and answer her captives questions.
"I thought you were Ahren. He's tried to kill me twice now. I...I didn't deserve it, and I wanted to get even. I'm sorry." She wanted to let her gaze focus on her captor's face, but didn't. Submission would serve her better than rebellion.
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