"Unworthy slavery?" Galla spits out, breaking the immense bond between their gazes. "What exactly is worthy in this slavery? I am not wanted here, I am considered a bed warmer, a whore! That is not what you have taught me, that is not what I have learned! I hate it! I would rather be dead!"<br/><br/>Galla did not cry, she could not cry in front of her mentor. But she returned her stare, doubling its intensity, multiplying its power endlessly. "You don't know what the idea of your death did to me. I- I gave up honour and dignity! I turned from the path on which you had guided me! Why, Myrine? Why did this happen? What part do I play in this?"<br/><br/>She hugged herself, taking in the rest of her words. "Friend to this man? Friend to these - these monsters? Why?" She suddenly felt horribly exposed and she did not want the others to see her that way. She turned around and desperately looked for coverings, but the rags she came in were torn beyond use. She sobbed then and looked at Myrine again, with large, pleading eyes.