No one knows the half of what Slaineâs been through. Cruhteo beat him all the time, called him scum and repulsive and disgraceful, and never protected him from all the other Martians who abused him to heighten their own low status. He spent most his time with cuts and bruises and broken bones. I bet with that pretty face of his, they did even worse. Then when he was finally freed from that, all he wanted was to make Asseylumâs dream come true. He made friends, friends that died for him. The blame for her assassination, the war, everything was all placed on him, and he believes he deserves all of it. Everything from his fatherâs death for not being able to help with research to Harklightâs willing sacrifice, he believes to be his fault. He knows he deserves to rot in prison, but he wants nothing more than to die. He lived for no one but Asseylum, but she doesnât need him. Her one last request for him to live is the only request he is not willing to fulfill.
It had been with little preparation and much surprise that Eddelrittuo found out about the âfateâ of the boy sheâd defended in the end. The Terran sheâd initially looked down on, much like everyone else... To her knowledge, he was dead and gone. The little bit of remorse that Her Highness showed was something Eddelrittuo wasnât sure how to take.Â
Ever since Slaine had started to think for himself-- ever since he started to take his own approach to the problems at hand-- she had practically cut the umbilical, so to speak. Completely separated herself from him. That was how Eddelrittuo saw it, anyway; and with how calm Asseylum had handled the loss of her âclosest friendâ, her suspicions were validated.
Eddelrittuo hadnât expected the âtruthâ to hurt this much.
It wasnât until sheâd heard of a rumor, something spoken in hushed tones among the other handmaidens, that a spark of hope grew in her chest. No one knew for sure, and neither did she, but even if this was simply that of a pipedream, she wanted to believe it.
That was confirmed, when sheâd pursued the foundation of the rumors, the suspicions that Asseylum had, in fact, lied. And those suspicions were confirmed with the sight of the boy, broken and empty, sitting in a cell before her.
âMilord,â she spoke in a hushed, disbelieving tone.