Six knows that she wasn't given it, that her childhood was ripped from her. She knows that it pains her, even now, to think back to what her family did, what her father did to her - the wicked, dangerous echoes of her own childhood. Some people here have borne witness to it, seen it, knew it, but she had to keep it close to her breast for fear of more judgement and more shame.

It's better to bite her lip, to keep her mouth closed. Better and easier.

She tenses at the noise, lifting her head and gritting her teeth, hand immediately going to the her sword.

"Yes. Ahead." She pushes herself up a little higher, eyes narrowing as she stares forward.