[There is nothing she wants to do more than wipe the tears from her face, but to do so, to raise her hand and do so, seems to her like it would only draw attention to her shame. Instead she tries to bear it, even as her cheeks change from the pale of fear to be found in such a state to the red of embarrassment and anger.
A human. A human man offering her a cloth as if she were some weeping war widow in the streets-]
You expect me to become even more indebted to you? I refuse-
["You". Unknowing, she paints them all with the same brush, those who have brought her here and those who have likewise been brought.]
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A human. A human man offering her a cloth as if she were some weeping war widow in the streets-]
You expect me to become even more indebted to you? I refuse-
["You". Unknowing, she paints them all with the same brush, those who have brought her here and those who have likewise been brought.]