She did. We were...I must start at the beginning, I suppose, to explain.
[ He curls his fingers in hers, eyes drifting closed as he spoke. ]
I was purchased at seven from the brothel for three sovereigns by the Crows. At the time I was put in a cell with about fifteen other children, one of which was a Tevinter slave named Taliesin. He was all I had until we met Rinna. We trained together, slept together, protected one another. I thought that it was how things went. I was what he wanted when he wanted it and in return? I was left alone by the other Crows out of fear of his temper. I was his and he, in some way, was mine.
Rinna was brought to us when we were somewhere between sixteen and eighteen. Things had become...complicated, as you can imagine. But Rinna was- she was a marvel. Hair like blood, a smile like a dagger. Beautiful, clever, wonderful. A better assassin than Taliesin or I at the time. She became a part of what we had. She became ours and we hers- at least until I became hers and she mine. We do not- we are trained to harden our hearts against the kill. As a child I was raised among those who sold the illusion of love and Sentiment. I had never known the feeling.
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[ He curls his fingers in hers, eyes drifting closed as he spoke. ]
I was purchased at seven from the brothel for three sovereigns by the Crows. At the time I was put in a cell with about fifteen other children, one of which was a Tevinter slave named Taliesin. He was all I had until we met Rinna. We trained together, slept together, protected one another. I thought that it was how things went. I was what he wanted when he wanted it and in return? I was left alone by the other Crows out of fear of his temper. I was his and he, in some way, was mine.
Rinna was brought to us when we were somewhere between sixteen and eighteen. Things had become...complicated, as you can imagine. But Rinna was- she was a marvel. Hair like blood, a smile like a dagger. Beautiful, clever, wonderful. A better assassin than Taliesin or I at the time. She became a part of what we had. She became ours and we hers- at least until I became hers and she mine. We do not- we are trained to harden our hearts against the kill. As a child I was raised among those who sold the illusion of love and Sentiment. I had never known the feeling.