[He gives her a nod.] Yes. All...I can remember is the pain that gave me these markings. I...don't know who I was, where I came from. I spent...too long running. There was nothing else, no concern, no caring. Only escape.
[A brief pause.] Now...I thought, I think, I know what home might feel like. It has been six years, and still I'm not certain.
[She looks up at him, confused and frustrated with that confusion, the hunger is gnawing in the back of her mind and that's making her want to pull away.]
I...did not expect to meet another who understood. [And she does not know what to do with that.]
Neither did I. [He meets her eyes.] Most slaves only know what they are allowed to know, service, oppression, and never dream of anything beyond the walls of their Master's house.
Silence greeted him as he entered, but he wasn't surprised at that. Besides, the smell of blood was enough to let him know he was in the right place.]
...Laura?
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Harming yourself is not an answer.
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[A brief pause.] Now...I thought, I think, I know what home might feel like. It has been six years, and still I'm not certain.
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I...did not expect to meet another who understood. [And she does not know what to do with that.]
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[Another pause.]
...it's overwhelming out here.
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Yes. It is overwhelming.
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