Mo'rtajha draws herself up, taking a long, deep breath through her nose. She can also read between the lines. For all their similarities Mort knows they are also so very different.
"I was never free before." Somehow her voice is steady with conviction even as she feels like collapsing to the ground and wailing until her lungs are raw.
"It is all I know. Even after my escape what I knew kept me fed and clothed when all else failed." Another breath, thready, as her eyes burn with tears.
"We cannot leave this city. We are here at the whim of our patrons. 'Tis little price to pay than to rely on mine own skills to keep my new masters happy." At last, those tears slips free, running down her cheeks, "I am what I am, and what I always will be, Max."
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Date: 2022-01-14 05:46 pm (UTC)"I was never free before." Somehow her voice is steady with conviction even as she feels like collapsing to the ground and wailing until her lungs are raw.
"It is all I know. Even after my escape what I knew kept me fed and clothed when all else failed." Another breath, thready, as her eyes burn with tears.
"We cannot leave this city. We are here at the whim of our patrons. 'Tis little price to pay than to rely on mine own skills to keep my new masters happy." At last, those tears slips free, running down her cheeks, "I am what I am, and what I always will be, Max."