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Aubrey recognized the skeptical look on his face. It was one she often saw on other slaves if she spoke about Hawthorn and his position here. “He truly is… He would leave the island, but his sister is here as well… though as a mistress. He protects me and takes care of me… He tries to do the same for the slaves in the cells as best he can given his position…” She trailed off. Why she felt the need to defend Hawthorn to a stranger was beyond her. She just didn’t want anyone to think poorly of him because of his place here on the island. Lollipop licked at the man’s hand, which brought her back to the moment. “I’m better now then I’ve ever been in my whole life, despite being here. I only asked because you looked… I don’t know.. unsure about something.”
So the sister was just as bad. But he didn’t say that either. There was no point. He wasn’t interested in false protests. Everyone had to reckon with their own god in the end. His conscience was not clear. He had lied and used people to his own ends but if nothing else he was honest. “I am pleased you are content here. At least you have the small, almost dog.”
