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Stance straightened as Lecia’s words sunk into him. Interrogated. Nael needed not to be told otherwise what the word stood for. He knew exactly what it meant, for he had been an interrogated royal himself. “I– I know how it feels.” His tone dropped, forcing him to swallow in fear. “To know that you will not be the same ever again.” Tugging on the sleeve by his wrist, Nael had the unconscious reaction to hide his scars, even if they were not showing.
Dropping his gaze to the floor, Nael felt better with the fixation towards something solid. “I do not think that we can really be normal. Nor can they call us normal. We are anything but. Our destinies our set, far greater than we can ever imagine.” Shaking his head, his gaze remained averted. “Is that normal?”
“I think... you are asking not the correct person what is normal.” She had no idea. That was exactly her point. Still, Lecia reached out to pat his arm gently. She had noticed the way he pulled at his sleeves, and she too had become a fan of clothing with generous lengths of fabric to hide those marks that the dungeon had left behind. She did not want others to see them. She did not particularly want to be reminded herself. It was much easier to pretend they were not there when she could not see them.
“Perhaps you are having a great destiny,” she added with a small nod, “Very great.” Perhaps her own destiny could be called great as well in the sense that it certainly seemed to be more than average. Not great in the sense that it was good, but great in the sense that it was much. Her life as a whole very much. Where her destiny intended to take her, Lecia could not begin to fathom.
“Thank you for the oranges.”















