[His sympathy is like a knife in her heart, or rather, like a twist in the knife that has always been there. Her expression grows darker, because he says "your people" and it only reminds her that once she had thought herself above them, different from them, better than them. She had been born from a broken, armless broodmare and sired by one of the stablemaster's most obedient stallions, raised to obey and to enforce the word of humans. She'd thought herself trusted, armed and privileged.
And she'd come too late to the truth, and to the taste of what true freedom might be like.]
Those that do not serve.
[Jinba were larger and more powerful than humans, but humans had numbers. If they would not be broken, would not be tamed... they were made into creatures who could not survive alone, who had to rely on humans for food, for clothing, for bathing- a pitiful existence with little dignity. She cannot deny her role in it now, the words that she knows may imply that she was no innocent victim.
(Maybe that is part of why she and her lord felt such a bond. They loathed themselves in equal measure, regretted the things they had done and what had become of it.)
She barely manages to return his gaze, struggling for how to reply to such a thing.]
... What we deserve has little to do with it.
[She knew what she deserved. But Ninurrta had begged her not to leave him, not to slit open her belly and atone for her sins... what else could she do but swallow her shame and live?]
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And she'd come too late to the truth, and to the taste of what true freedom might be like.]
Those that do not serve.
[Jinba were larger and more powerful than humans, but humans had numbers. If they would not be broken, would not be tamed... they were made into creatures who could not survive alone, who had to rely on humans for food, for clothing, for bathing- a pitiful existence with little dignity. She cannot deny her role in it now, the words that she knows may imply that she was no innocent victim.
(Maybe that is part of why she and her lord felt such a bond. They loathed themselves in equal measure, regretted the things they had done and what had become of it.)
She barely manages to return his gaze, struggling for how to reply to such a thing.]
... What we deserve has little to do with it.
[She knew what she deserved. But Ninurrta had begged her not to leave him, not to slit open her belly and atone for her sins... what else could she do but swallow her shame and live?]