Galla opened her eyes and felt sick the second she breathed. She painfully swallowed the bile that had gathered in her throat and looked around her. She was in an alcove, all alone, sitting against the wall, the light dim and the air cold and pleasant around her. Just as she thought that was a good opportunity to escape, she notices the writing on the wall. She reads the message and instantly, tears escape her eyes. She is crying freely now, openly, noisily, hitting the wall with her fist and trying to scratch away the words. Her nails are not nearly strong enough and she cannot erase the words. The truth of his words. The power of them. And she feels as if Argentum had tattooed those words in her skin, in her heart. She twisted in pain and lay on her side in the tiny alcove, thinking those words over and their implications. The wise and brave Argentum, member of her own family, kind and mystical creature she had always admired in secret, now proved to want nothing to do with her, not even aid, not even comfort her. She wept all alone and decided she would not, under any circumstances try to reach him. Galla was lying to herself because she knew she would go to him. When she would be ready. To tell him how wrong he is about her. And how right he is, at the same time.<br/><br/>But that moment, Galla stood up, her cheeks flushed and stained with tears, her eyes still blue and deep, but somehow swollen and tired. She walked back to the place that radiated with soft light. She manages to walk until she finds the others again. She sways a little but she reaches Catulus. With a tired, defeated glare in her eyes, she whispers: "It is true, I am your slave. But what I shall give, I shall give in hatred, and what you shall take, you shall not take easily." She almost wept again. "Tell me what you wish of me."