#performance whump

Lilith took Anna's chin in her hand, tilting it up so she could see the pulse in her neck quicken and how it quivered when she gasped softly. She could look into those lovely defiant brown eyes for hours and never get bored...

"I think you forget, kitty, but I own you." she purred, trailing a finger down the center of Anna's throat with her other hand. She felt Anna hold back a sound as she played with the neckline of her shirt. "So if I want you to look like a walking sex doll, then you will. Understand?"

She felt Anna's trembling and quick intake of breath as Lilith kept tracing over her collarbone. To watch the defiance raise up in her eyes made her heart skip a beat.

"We don't always get what we want." Anna said through grit teeth.

Oh, she was so much fun to play with. Lilith had longed to have someone defy her for years now. And to actually have that...

Her lips pulled up into a smirk. "I do."

She gripped Anna's blouse in one hand. With the other, she took up her knife off the desk. "Stay still." she ordered sharply as Anna gasped and began to pull away.

To her credit, Anna didn't struggle as Lilith flicked the blade under each button from her neckline down to her abdomen. When she was done, there were a few buttons left and it was still tucked in, but now the lacy black lingerie bra Lilith had picked out for her was visible. Tastefully visible. Deliciously visible.

Lilith gently brushed the blade over Anna's skin. Not deep enough to cut and she was very careful not to accidentally do so with how much the other woman quivered under her touch.

When she looked back at those brown eyes, she was smugly pleased to see how they'd dilated and fallen half shut. How Anna's mouth had fallen slightly open, small little whimpers coming from between her lips. If she wanted to check, Lilith was sure she'd feel some dampness on the matching set of panties that went along with the bra.

She pulled Anna forward by her chin, brushing her lips against the other woman's ear. "This is how I want you from now on," she murmured, barely resisting the urge to do more when she felt Anna shudder against her. "Understood?"

Once Anna nodded, Lilith pushed her back again, making her stand in front of her for a moment, leisurely taking in the sight of her disheveled appearance.

"Well, get to it." she smirked, waving her hand in dismissal. "My room won't clean itself."

It took a moment, a small intake of breath and hard swallow in Anna's exposed throat. But the moment passed, defiance back on her face with a healthy amount of confusion as well. Then she was back to pointedly ignoring Lilith as she went about her duties.

Lilith found herself watching Anna quite a bit throughout the day, her thoughts wandering to how she could disarm her next.

She really was so much fun to play with.

Author's note: Lilith is so interesting to write because I know she's doing this not to be a whumper, but because she's not fully figured out consent lines yet. Like, once she realizes how this comes across, she stops, but like... she unintentionally dances the line of whumper so much because of what she's grown up with and learned from the people around her. It's just... idk. I'm having fun figuring her out, anyway

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“Dear god, your hands are so cold!”, she said, putting down her glass and taking his hands between hers, softly rubbing them. She didn’t seem to mind that they were still sweaty.

Kell felt his face getting warm.

“You will do amazing”, she said. “Just do everything like you did in your practice and you’ll be fine.”

She smiled and let go of his hands to reach for her glass. He followed her with his eyes, still trying to process her words.

She raised her glass but then she sighed and hold the glass out for him. “Take it. I think you need it more than me. And I am too weak for your puppy eyes.”

“My what?”, Kell starred at her, fighting his surprise. He didn’t remember when someone had been nice to him the last time.  

„Take it before I change my mind.”

They traded their glasses.

„Thank you“, he whispered.

„Yeah yeah“, the girl said, one side of her mouth lifting for a second like a wink. She brushed his hair back even though it was still too short to even fall in his face. “Just drink it before we have to go upstairs.” She gave him an encouraging smile. „Don’t worry too much. You will do fantastic tonight.“

This time Kell drank slowlier. The water was stale, but it was better than nothing.

Then Oryn came back and took him with him.

Someone pushed him into a chair and started to comb his hair. By now Kell’s hair had grown out a little. It still was so short but at least his scalp wasn’t showing anymore. “How about blue?”, the one brushing his hair said and Oryn nodded. „Blue is perfect for him. Like a bluefinch.“

His hand brushed over Kell’s face and Kell had to suppress a shudder. He had the dark feeling his name had just died. He wanted to scream. This is not who I am. Panic rose in his chest. He hated being compared to a bird but he pressed his lips tightly together. There was too much to worry about to start a fight. He let them make his hair and make-up and when he finally saw himself in the mirror, he hardly recognized himself. Panic knotted his chest and his eyes watered.

“Oh, darling, no need to cry”, the stylist coaxed. “From now on we will make you this pretty every day of your life.”

Kell forced himself to look away. He had to get out of here. He had to get some air. It was too warm. To sticky from all the powders and smells. He stood up and the whole room moved around him.

“Slow down, little one”, the stylist said and caught him by his arms.

“I need some …”, Kell started. His view got blurry and now he really panicked. Every movement made everything spin.

“What is going on here”, a new voice asked and Kell recognized Oryn. He started to shake. He had sworn that he wouldn’t screw up his first performance. He had promised.

“I think your little bird isn’t feeling so well”, the stylist said. “Maybe he can’t stomach the sedatives?”

“I will take care of him”, Oryn said. Suddenly there were hands on Kell’s back and knees and then the world was swirling around him. He gasped and tried to find hold with his hands. It took him a moment to realize Oryn had lifted him up in his arms and carried him out of the room.

A door opened and more voices, colours and faces. Kell closed his eyes. Then another door and suddenly cold fresh air. He was sat down onto a soft material. Then Oryn pressed something against his lips. “Drink, Kell”, he said in a voice that didn’t tolerate any protest. Kell opened his mouth and slowly drank whatever Oryn gave him.

“Now I want you to stay here and rest, okay?”, Oryn stroked his hair. “Can you do that for me?”

Kell managed a small nod. “I’m sorry”, he whispered. “I don’t know …”

“Shhh”, Oryn hushed him. “Don’t talk right now. I will get you a blanked.”

He left before Kell could say another word. He was taking deep breaths. His head was pounding, and his knees felt like rubber. He was on a balcony and above him there was the night sky with a thousand stars. Without thinking Kell looked for the twin star. It took him some time to realize it was the wrong season. The twin star wouldn’t be seen again until spring. Suddenly he missed Sabea so badly he had so gasp for air. His heart ached so much that he had to press both of his hands on it like he could hold it together that way. When he inhaled it sounded like it was the first breath for an eternity. There was a sound and it took Kell a moment to realize it were his own sobs. His mind raced.

Then he heard screams. Sabea screaming his name over and over again. Kell desperately put his hands over his ears but that didn’t help. The screaming just got worse.

He knew it wasn’t real. It was all in his head. The General had put it there. He knew he had. He just didn’t know how. But he remembered his cool touch on his head, he remembered his black eyes. He remembered the fog in his mind and the pain.

“It isn’t real!”, he whispered. His words sounding odd until he realized he spoke Tharlian. No, he wasn’t allowed to speak Tharlian! He suddenly didn’t remember any Varsennan. Panic crept through his veins. He lifted his head to watch out for Oryn. Again the world spun around him dangerously. The stars above him started to dance. Angry fireflies trying to revenge his sister. He kept telling himself that he would feel if something was wrong with her. But he wasn’t so sure.

Kell pressed his eyes close, duck his head, curled into himself. His body was sweaty and he shivered in the cold air.

He shouldn’t had drink the water. For a moment he had an important thought but then he got lost in the red colour of her hair. Whose hair? Oh god it was so red. Red like blood. Too much blood. Hands bound over a head and when she lifted her head, her hair was suddenly brown. Sabea.

Her eyes were wide open, pleading, blue like his own. “Please”, she screamed. There was so much blood. “It hurts. Kell. Please tell him everything.”

He had. He had told them everything he knew. He had told them. He had done everything they wanted. He screamed for them to stop. He knew how this would end. He knew she would die. She died every time. It hurt even though it wasn’t real. He knew it wasn’t real. Right? Or maybe it was and everything else was a lie? How would he know?

He started to sob. He screamed for his mom. For his dad. Where were they? Why did they left him here all alone?

Then there was a sharp pain and Kell opened his eyes. The General looked down at him. Kell had known Oryn would give him back eventually. He started to cry. His mouth formed words his mind didn’t know yet.

“Kell. Stop it.” The voice wasn’t the cold and always-hoarse sound of the General’s. “Kell. You are at the theatre, remember?”

He could still hear Sabea’s sobs. There were so many voices in his brain. He wasn’t sure which one was his own.

“What the fuck did they give you?”, Oryn mumbled.

“Please don’t hurt her”, Kell said. “Please. I will do everything. Just let her go.”

Another thought overlaid the first and Kell still couldn’t determine if it was a real memory or not.

“She is dead, isn’t she? I always thought I would feel it. She is dead and I will never see her again.”

There was a shift. Then hands touched his face, his hands.

“Kell, everything is all right. Just take a deep breath”, Oryn said. “Breathe with me.”

Kell obeyed and for a while he just breathed in the same rhythm as Oryn. His mind still not be able to tell what’s real and what was not.

“They are all dead. And it is my fault. Because I told him where he would find them.” Kell couldn’t even cry. He didn’t deserve to cry. “I told him everything. Until there was nothing left.”

He opened his eyes. Oryn looked down at him. His forehead furrowed. Kell wasn’t sure if he was angry or worried. What language did he speak? Kell wasn’t sure if he had spoken at all. He shifted and Kell could feel something cool moving over his face.

“Shhh”, Oryn made softly. “Everything is all right.”

Suddenly he remembered that Oryn had three children. Maybe he was a good father. The thought was bewildering. He couldn’t imagine him coming home after tormenting Tharlian captives to hug his daughters. He couldn’t imagine any Varsennan to feel love and be kind. But there had to be. Children weren’t born scheming and bloodthirsty.

“How do you feel?”, Oryn asked. “Can you perform?”

Kell blinked. The thought of having to perform while the world was fuzzy and spinning was horrifying. “Please don’t make me”, he said. His voice was hoarse and slurred.

“You are going to pay for this”, Oryn said with a soft voice, still stroking his hair.

Kell didn’t answer.

“Rest now. I expect you downstairs after the show.”

Kell wasn’t sure if he was ever able to walk again but he managed a short nod that again made the world spin. He felt like a weight was taken from his chest when Oryn had finally left.

The stars above him still moved but now they were less angry.

He reached for them as if he could touch them. “I am sorry”, he whispered. “Please tell them I am sorry.”

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He was startled by the sudden applause that filled the theatre in the moment he finished. He felt numb, as if he had poured all his energy into this song and for a moment, he forgot what he was supposed to do. He bowed. Then he walked off the stage. 

Oryn welcomed him with a bright face. “I knew they would love you!”, he said with a wide smile and patted Kell’s cheeks a little too violently. Kell flinched and pressed his eyes close, but Oryn didn’t seem to care now that the show was over. 

“Go to the dressing rooms”, he ordered and vanished to look after some other performers. 

There was a sharp pinch in Kell’s chest. Everything felt wrong. He shouldn’t be here. Singing on the stage for the Varsennan shouldn’t have felt so good. Tears pricked behind his eyes. He let himself fall against the wall in the dressing room. His whole body was trembling. He felt so alone. He wondered what his family would think if they could see what had become of him.

***

Ariadne stared at the stage in shock. She would recognize this voice amongst thousands. She couldn’t tear her gaze from the singer on stage. He was wearing blue makeup, his hair was cut cruelly short and he looked so grown up. Nothing at all like her missing baby brother. But she was absolutely sure. She grabbed Arjun’s arm, who gasped and looked at her. “Ariadne, what is … you are hurting me. Ariadne? Honey?”

“I. know. Him”, she managed between breaths.

“Are you sure? There are like …” 

“He is my brother. This is Kell.” It was hard not to scream. It was hard to control her voice, to not make a scene in the middle of the theatre when all she wanted was to climb directly onto the stage, snatch him into her arms and never let go. Arjun’s eyes widened. He knew everything about her family. He had been there before she even lost Kell. Before she lost her family. Before she had screwed up so fatally. 

“Kell, who …”

"I need to get there.” 

He cautiously looked to his right. They shouldn’t have come here. At all. But Arjun was hoping to get promoted. Ariadne knew how important that was to him. And when his superior had invited him and Ariadne to the theatre, she just couldn’t tell him no. He had told her she could stay at home. That he understood. God, he always was so understanding. 

She still couldn’t believe she fell in love with a Varsennan. Well, her mom couldn’t believe it either. She hadn’t even attended their wedding. 

How can you be with one of them, when they killed your father and abducted your brother? 

“I am sorry. My wife doesn’t feel well”, she could hear him apologizing to his right. She was only half listening. Her eyes still fixed on Kell, his voice echoing through the hall. 

Three years ago she had waited for him and Sabea to come back home. But only one of them had made it. 

For three years she had wondered what had happened to him. If he was in pain or afraid. If he was still alive. If she would ever see him again. And now he was standing right in front of her on the stage singing about his tormentors’ victories. 

“Oh no!”, Arjun's superior said compassionately. “Then please go and get her home. Take good care of her and the little soldier under her heart.”

A new wave of hatred washed over her. She was still Tharlian, even though she married a Varsennan. The Varsennan only respected her as the torso in which Arjun’s baby was. None of them would be sad if something happened to her. Kell’s voice got slower, the tones elongated. Impatiently she glared at Arjun, still apologizing. She sighed and nearly dragged him out of the theatre. The soft voice of her brother haunting her.

***

Oryn shrugged his shoulders and smiled an apology. “I am very sorry he is not the one you are searching for. They look different without the make-up and light.” 

Jinn was standing next to him. His eyes were big and round and he didn’t dare to speak. He was throwing nervous glances at Oryn making sure he was doing well in impersonating Kell. 

“This is a different person!”, the woman shouted, her voice high-pitched and beginning to sound hysterical. “I know what I saw!” 

Good. The more hysterical she got, the less reliable she was. Her husband was trying to calm her, whispering softly to her, but she wasn’t having any of it. 

Oryn had no respect for either of them. She was a Tharlian girl. He could see it, even though she spoke Varsennan nearly without an accent and she was wearing normal clothes. What was she even doing here? She didn’t belong in his theatre. 

And her husband. Either she had managed to fool him, or he had married her despite her heritage. Either way, he was disgusting. And she even was pregnant, her belly already curving slightly. 

“I won’t leave without talking to him!” There were tears in her eyes now.

“I can see how distressing this must be to you”, Oryn said sympathetically. “There is an empty storage room nearby where you can rest. I will ask one of my servants to bring you something to drink ...” 

“I am fine!”, she yelled. “I don’t need something to drink! I just want to talk to my brother!” 

There. She said it. But her husband didn’t miss a beat. “Please, could we meet the other performers of this evening as well?” 

Oryn sighed. “I will see what I can do. But they had a busy day. They want to rest.” 

“I am of course willing to pay you for any inconveniences.” 

“Please. That won’t be necessary”, Oryn purred. “I am only worried about your dear wife and the baby …” 

“The baby. Is. Fine!”, The woman yelled. “Now get the other performers or I swear to god I will tear this place apart with my own hands!” Her voice got louder with every word. 

“All right. I will get them for you”, Oryn said, pulling Jinn with him. He turned to him with a low voice. “Get the other singers here. Everyone but Kell. If he finds out about any of this, you will never sing again.”

Jinn started to tremble and nodded fiercely. Then he ran away as fast as he could. Oryn loved when he was so afraid of him. It made him feel powerful. 

He turned back to the young couple. Their foreheads were nearly touching, their forearms over each other. Tears were streaming over the woman’s face. The husband was murmuring softly to her. Oryn tried to eavesdrop. The words didn’t make sense. It was like … It was a foreign language. He spoke Tharlian to her. Disgusting. There should be a law to banish people like him. They didn’t deserve to call themselves Varsennan.

***

“You are lying to me! I can see it in your eyes. I will find my brother and I swear you will feel sorry you didn’t tell the truth!” Mrs. Vasara’s voice was deep with hatred. Jinn’s heart raced. How could she talk to Oryn like this? He would punish her for her impertinence. But then again, she didn’t belong to him. She was free. It was dizzying to see a free Tharlian so directly in front of him. And yet, she gave her freedom away to marry a Varsennan. Jinn couldn’t understand. 

Oryn didn’t answer her. He knew he had the upper hand. He always had the upper hand. Everything was a game to him, and he was a master in manipulation. Even though Jinn knew that, but it still worked on him every time. 

Her husband was still talking to her in a soft voice. Trying to calm her down. Jinn couldn’t believe a Varsennan had learned their language. It made him feel weirdly proud. If his language was something worth learning, it made him feel worthier as well. Maybe her husband actually was a good person. Jinn could believe that. He had met some good Varsennan before. 

He had learned very fast that in a war you may find friends amongst your enemies and enemies amongst your friends. That was the worst thing about wars. You couldn’t rely on anyone or anything. Everything could change in a heartbeat. 

Mrs. Vasara looked so much like Kell. They had the same ears that stuck out a little too far, the same warm skin and the same eyes. The only difference being that Mrs. Vasara’s eyes glimmered with anger and Kell’s were hollow now with loneliness and defeat. He hadn’t been himself since Robin drugged him. They all knew about it. But they all acted like nothing had happened. 

Jinn wished so badly Kell would be here right now. He needed someone to fight for him. He needed something to fight for. But Jinn had taken the possibility of reunion with his family by locking him in the wardrobe in the dressing room. It was wrong. It was so very wrong. He wanted to be a friend in Kell’s story but he knew, today he was an enemy. But Oryn had told him to keep him away. And Jinn knew what Oryn would do. What he had done. He had heard all the stories. He shuddered and tried to concentrate on the conversation in front of him. Mrs. Vasara was still yelling at Oryn. Then suddenly she turned around to her husband and all the hatred turned into despair. “It was him. I know what I saw”, she whispered. It sounded more like a question than everything else. 

“I know honey”, her husband said calmly, his eyes full of sadness. 

She whimpered and he took her in his arms. Her body went limp as she started to cry. At first her sobs were barely audible, but they grew louder until they echoed through the otherwise deafening silence of the room. 

Mr. Vasara lifted her into his arms and carried her to the door. Jinn opened it for him. For a second his warm eyes looked right into Jinn’s. “Thank you”, he said, smiling a little. His words tore another hole into Jinn’s heart.

It is my fault. Please forgive me. 

Jinn could hear Mrs. Vasara’s sobs in his head for a long time after they left.

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Kell wanted to be angry but it was hard to hate someone when you were in the same impossible situation. There was nothing she could do anyway.

In the smaller sitting room, three Varsennan were already expecting them. Robin was sitting in the lap of one of them and leaned against his chest.

“Hi little Bluefinch”, she said waving with the tips of her fingers. “We were just talking about your wonderful performance today.”

It sounded like praise, but Kell knew Robin was incapable of saying something nice.

“Well, I could never be as good as you”, he said, smiling nervously.

Robin’s smile just widened.

“Come here now”, the woman said and placed him in front of the seating area. She smiled sweetly down at him, her fingers in his hair. “We want to play a fun little game.”

Again, she was too close, her hands everywhere. Kell couldn’t think. He wanted her to leave him alone, but he had learned to never resist. It always got worse when he resisted.

“A game?”, he asked unintelligently.

She brought her lips close to his ear. “Let’s see how long you can sing before you pass out”, she whispered. She giggled when she saw his shocked face.

Kell stared at her. “What …?”

“Maybe start with a song we don’t know yet”, one of the other Varsennan said.

“But I can’t …”

“Sweetheart, you don’t get to make decisions. You are just a slave and if we want you to sing, you will sing. No questions asked.” She gave his hair a warning tug. “Or do I have to talk to my brother, so he teaches you a lesson?”

Hastily he looked up. She was Oryn’s sister? They looked nothing alike – except that both were exceptionally tall. But he didn’t want to find out how similar they really were. Kell swallowed looking for help, but the Varsennan only looked at him expectantly. No one would help him. Kell thought about making a run for the other room. Oryn would definitely not like it if he lost his voice. He had another performance tomorrow, and he was already hoarse. He needed to rest.

Oryn’s sister snapped her fingers in his direction, just like Oryn always did. Kell felt the humiliation deep inside his chest.

“What do you want me to sing?” he asked expressionless.

“That’s more like it”, Oryn’s sister said, sitting down in her chair. “Let’s begin with the last one you learned.”

He started to sing, his voice trembling slightly. He hated how they stared at him while he sang. He wasn’t used to seeing people’s faces when he sang and it was so hard to get into the song when he felt like he was under a magnifying glass. He had only gotten halfway through the song, when the man interrupted him. “He doesn’t sound as good as on stage.”

He stopped singing and looked at them warily.

“Did I tell you to stop?”, Oryn’s sister asked and raised her brows.

Kell shook his head.

“Then why did you stop?”, she asked. “Start from the beginning. You can do better than that, don’t you think sweetheart?”

***

There were legs directly in front of Kell’s face. He recognized the shoes. He tried to sit up, but his limbs were feeling cold and numb.

“What are you doing behind that armchair?”, Oryn asked. His voice was neutral and Kell couldn’t tell how angry he was. Oryn was standing in front of him, his arms crossed. Robin was lurking around behind him, a wide smile on her face. The sun was already shining brightly through the windows behind her. How long had he been here?

“I am sorry”, he said, his voice was so hoarse, it was barely comprehensible. Trying to speak felt like fire in his windpipe. 

“I can’t believe it!”, Oryn shouted and walked through the room. “What did you think, when you decided to sing until you lost your voice?”

“It is not like I wanted to sing for hours on end.”, Kell croaked.

Oryn grabbed his collar. “Don’t use this tone with me.”

“Or what?”, Kell asked. “If you care so much you shouldn’t have left me with your fucking sister!”

“You know I love how you can’t tame your tongue. Took you long enough to bounce back, hm? But now you will keep your mouth shut. You have done enough as it is. One more sound and you’ll regret it” Oryn ordered, his grip around Kell’s arm like iron.

His eyes were daring him to disobey and Kell swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. He was angry and scared and tired, but he wasn’t stupid.

When Oryn was convinced Kell would keep his mouth shut, he finally let him go.

“Robin, bring Jinn.”

“What?”, Kell croaked. “No, please leave him alone!”

Oryn slapped him so hard he toppled to the ground. Kell clutched his cheek. He should have expected it, but he was so exhausted. He had nearly forgotten how strong Oryn was. He was just a mosquito to him. He could easily squash him if he wanted to.

“Since you won’t perform the next few days anyway, there is nothing to protect you from my anger tonight”, Oryn said. “So think twice before you speak to me.”

***

Jinn’s eyes immediately fell on Kell, still curled up on the ground, then wandered over to Oryn.

“Come here, Jinn.”

Sheepishly he came closer.

“The last few weeks you were so well behaved, Jinn. And I know you are a clever little boy.” He poked Jinn’s temple. “So, I decided to reward you. You will be Kell’s substitute tonight.”

“What?” Jinn’s eyes widened. “No, no, no. I am not that good. I am just moderate. I …”

“Don’t be so modest. We both know your voice is exceptional, hm?”

Panic grew in Jinn’s eyes. “But I can’t …”

“You can and you will. That’s my last word. Welcome to my little nest. Kell will prepare you for tonight. You better do your best.”

They both looked after Oryn until he was gone. Jinn kept staring at the door as if he expected Oryn back any second.

Kell carefully sat up and waited for Jinn to face him.

His eyes leaped back and forth. “What does this mean?”, he asked, his voice breathless.

“Oryn promoted you to one of his birds”, Kell croaked.

“But I never wanted to be one of them.”

“Do you think I wanted to either?”

Jinn flinched. He nervously walked through the room, his fingers twisting in the cloth of his shirt, tapping his tights, moving everywhere.

“But what if I fail?” His voice was high-pitched.

“You won’t fail.”

“How would you know?”

Kell sighed. “Please come over here and sit down.”

Jinn sat down across from him, his knees bobbing up and down like the wings of a butterfly.

“Now take a deep breath.”

It took a few minutes until Jinn had calmed down a little bit.

Kell still didn’t know how old Jinn was. He was by far the youngest amongst the performers. He couldn’t imagine what Jinn had done to attract the Varsennan’s attention. But then again, Kell himself hadn’t been much older, when they had arrested him.

“What happened to your voice anyway?”, Jinn finally asked. “Did you catch a cold?”

“I …”, Kell started. “Yeah, something like that. Let’s concentrate on your singing, okay?”

“Why are you so nice to me? I have been horrible.” Suddenly Jinn started to cry.

“It is not your fault”, Kell said quietly. “Oryn made you do these things. You are a good person.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do”, Kell said. “You are a good person, and you don’t deserve to be in this hell hole.”

“But I wasn’t nice to you. I was so stupid. The whole time I thought if I hate Oryn’s birds enough, I won’t have to be one as well.”

“Thinking about what you could have done differently won’t change anything in the present. Let us focus on one problem at a time, okay?”

Jinn nodded and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

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