shadowsworn

OOC: Livio is the name I just made up for her dead lover.

IC: Alyssa averted her eyes as Dashal raised the mace, and winced, clenching her teeth as she heard the dull thud of it striking home. She imagined Yume's face, twisted by pain, a stifled scream on her lips. She closed her eyes, and she was back in her room in the city, watching the doctors trying to treat Livio, listening to his fevered screams as scalpels pierced his skin. She could almost smell the mixture of blood, sweat and alcohol again, as she stood there in the desert, not hearing the whine of arrows and the distant sound of marching steel-shod boots.

Hearing Yume speaking again, she turned around and opened her eyes once more.

"Well, she seems alright, at least.", Alyssa thought, half-smiling at the girl's consternation. "She's obviously never experienced real hardship..."

"I've seen people treated in this way before, gir... Yume. There will be scabbing and marks for a while," "and pain," she thought to herself,"but all that will be left is a pale scar if it is done properly... eventually."

"...Probably," but she said this last under her breath, her lips barely moving.

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