[She knows he's trying to be supportive, but she doesn't really know how to accept his report as it is right now. She glances down at their hands, and curls her fingers around his, but otherwise does nothing.
She's silent for a moment. Almost expecting him to say something, because he'd said they would trade stories, but he says nothing. It was a nice sentiment, but she knows he just wants to hear her story.
Except, it isn't a story he really wants to hear. It isn't a story that anyone wants to hear.]
That's it. That was my life in that world. It's very likely that my mother was a slave as well, but I don't know. I don't remember. My father...
[She doesn't say as much, but it's obvious in her expression. She doesn't want to think about the man that fathered her. She barely wants to think about the woman who gave birth to her most of the time.]
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She's silent for a moment. Almost expecting him to say something, because he'd said they would trade stories, but he says nothing. It was a nice sentiment, but she knows he just wants to hear her story.
Except, it isn't a story he really wants to hear. It isn't a story that anyone wants to hear.]
That's it. That was my life in that world. It's very likely that my mother was a slave as well, but I don't know. I don't remember. My father...
[She doesn't say as much, but it's obvious in her expression. She doesn't want to think about the man that fathered her. She barely wants to think about the woman who gave birth to her most of the time.]
That is what should be "real" in my life.