She shook her head and leaned back, to dunk her hair into the water as he instructed.  The dark tendrils snaked out around her crown, before she leaned back up to look at Geraint.	The wolves she had grown up with tried to have an order to the pack, but there really was no alpha pair to lead the pack.  Blackvayne was the only leader they could recognize.  She watched as he came closer, now mostly covered by the pool.  His question might have not intended to grasp at any depths, but she could not help but think over it with a heavy mind.<br/><br/>"I don't want to believe that Blackvayne sacrificed me, but you are right.  That's what makes the most sense logically.  And though there have been times I thought he...<i>wanted </i>me.  He said as much, but his appetites are fleeting and perhaps I was more valuable to him dead or captured, than I was as a concubine.  Which...I never wanted to be that.  I just wanted to keep my parents alive and happy, and do my service.  Everyone here serves him."  She said, looking off in the distance.<br/><br/>She turned to face him and shrugged her shoulders.  "I'm not a zealot.  I know Blackvayne isn't perfect and though a part of me wants to run into that castle and demand he give me answers, I know they would all be lies.  That's what he deals in.  That's how he keeps us all here.  He crafts reality..."  The words felt strange to stay out loud.  Vara realized something then, that something had changed since she woke up.  If Blackvayne thought her dead or lost and he had maintained some connection with her psychically, then perhaps it was cut when she lost consciousness.  Being connected to a person when they died could do damage, so it made sense he might severe the connection.  Maybe that was why her devotion had faltered.<br/><br/>"Once my parents are out, I deal with all this with a clear head.  That's all I want right now."