Klaire: Sharie told me about her, well, deal with the gods, I suppose you’d call it.
*Henry looks down*
Henry: I hate it for her, I wish there was a way I could take her pain
Klaire: *nods*
Yeah, I know. But she’ll tough it out. She’s a strong woman.
Henry: The strongest I’ve ever known. Carrying the weight of this place on her shoulders.
*he sighs and looks to Klaire*
You’re strong as well. Rarely anyone gets out of Slaver’s Keep. Especially a young woman duh as yourself...
Not to mention NOBLE, which is a cursed person to be in such place.
Klaire: *in thought*
Perhaps I am too strong, then.
Henry: *puzzled*
What?
Klaire: ... I killed a man on my first night. Not in cold blood, it was surely justified.
*she continues thinking, she is hesitating to speak and taking deep breaths*
I had found out that I’m pregnant.... well, *was* pregnant.
Henry: *he doesn’t speak, unable to find words*
Klaire: *she scoffs, tearing up*
It only got worse after that. My only companion died, I had to stay out in some god-forsaken woods for a night - and of course that’s where the worst happened...
*she skips over details, not wanting to relive it*
A group of people assaulted me.
And then- something just... clicked. I killed them, I manipulated them, I...
*she lightly chuckles grimly, looking at Henry*
I loved it.
*Henry’s fists tighten, he is completely speechless but listening fully*
Klaire: I loved it. The second I put a blade through the neck of one of those men... I didn’t want to stop. I could’ve gotten away, but I had never had that much control in my life. So I stayed, and I did these creative ways of killing them and-
*she wipes a tear
I feel like a f-cking psychopath, Henry. Because I want to do it again. I want to watch those who made me suffer, die. Miserably.
I want power, but now I’m starting to get scared of what I’m capable of, I didn’t know I had that in me.
I....
*she mutters a cuss word and wipes a tear*
