That's no easy thing, why she didn't speak of it. It shows, in it's small ways, even if she makes sure to not let it affect. Because this isn't about laying herself open, this is about - letting Beth know the choice she might make.
"My home, my Jhansi, is.... gone. Burned when it fell to the hands of my enemies, and it's people worst that slaughtered: devoured and turn to half-breeds." The trade maps, showing the major trade lines, the cities used as powerful centrepieces of infection. Oh, she doesn't want to imagine it, but she knows, she knows it in the screams that came up like the lapping of a river in her dreams.
She shifts, her hand resting on Beth's shoulder, a brush back and forth of her fingers in a calming manner.
"When I have said such before, most said they are myth, strange creatures that couldn't possibly exist. But there is an enemy to the world as I know it, and it is they who I fight. We call them Lycans and Vampires, those that are bitten and turned, are called Half-Breeds. They are twice the size of a man, twice as strong, it takes three men's lives to bring down even one of them. Worse than that, they wear the skin of men until they turn into their monstrous true selves. My life is devoted to fighting them and preventing their influence from spreading even further. But to do so, I live in awful conditions, enough to make this camp seem a mercy, believe me. Nor can I settle, I live my life in constant movement and in constant threat."
It's not some wretched life story, who has need of that? No one and it benefitted nothing. It was the facts as Beth needed them, plain and stark and presented without a want or need for pity.
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"My home, my Jhansi, is.... gone. Burned when it fell to the hands of my enemies, and it's people worst that slaughtered: devoured and turn to half-breeds." The trade maps, showing the major trade lines, the cities used as powerful centrepieces of infection. Oh, she doesn't want to imagine it, but she knows, she knows it in the screams that came up like the lapping of a river in her dreams.
She shifts, her hand resting on Beth's shoulder, a brush back and forth of her fingers in a calming manner.
"When I have said such before, most said they are myth, strange creatures that couldn't possibly exist. But there is an enemy to the world as I know it, and it is they who I fight. We call them Lycans and Vampires, those that are bitten and turned, are called Half-Breeds. They are twice the size of a man, twice as strong, it takes three men's lives to bring down even one of them. Worse than that, they wear the skin of men until they turn into their monstrous true selves. My life is devoted to fighting them and preventing their influence from spreading even further. But to do so, I live in awful conditions, enough to make this camp seem a mercy, believe me. Nor can I settle, I live my life in constant movement and in constant threat."
It's not some wretched life story, who has need of that? No one and it benefitted nothing. It was the facts as Beth needed them, plain and stark and presented without a want or need for pity.