If the elf didn't know better, she would say her company was shocked at the compromise. She nodded. ”Vendetheil’s never break their word, neither do the Nash’s.” Despite the fact that she loathed her entire clan, especially her parents, they were huge with honesty. One could not tell the whole story, but what was shared must be the truth. Celeste swore she would uphold the same level of expectations, but she would never lock anyone up the way the did her. Wrinkling her nose at the brief memory, she watched the mask pulled away, revealing a relatively plain face. There was not a single feature she could point out, not that she tried. It was just nice to see who she was talking to, instead of a mask.
The question caught her completely off guard. For a long time, she mulled it over. If she were honest, this was such an odd ball question, she expected something much more common. To shed the bitter, painful memories of that time, seemed like a fairy tale ending. Never worry about losing control, gaining her confidence, her happiness, her life back. No more faking until she made it to another night of terror. Finally, she spoke, flat as she stared into the wine. ”Hypothetically speaking? Maybe, I don't know. Never thought of it even as a possibility before. But in my line of work, if it sounds too good to be true, it usually is.” Silence took her once more as she continued to ponder. It was slowly, oddly, beginning to make sense. The chance meeting in the middle of nowhere, the wine, forcing oneself to drink and get sick, giving her time to warm up and speak. This woman was here for some reason beyond her comprehension. ”Let me guess, you know a way.”
Putting the glass down, Celeste examined her hand. She pinched a large shard between thumb and forefinger, roughly yanking it hard with a grimace. The piece was held up to her face, expressionless as she inspected it. ”I can't control it.” Might as well share what she offered to take, her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. With a flick, the shard went flying from them. ”Drugged mindless stupor, slowly breaking my mind for so long… I've forgotten how. Every night, I am still trapped in unending darkness. Inescapable, impenetrable darkness. I can still feel the gnawing hunger, too weak to do anything beyond struggling to survive.” As her voice began to gain some volume, it became very heavy with emotion. Celeste continued removing the glass shards, yanking so hard that it was dealing more damage to her hand than the broken vial did.
”Gave up on rescue, there was no hope. I can still feel every kick, every broken bone. Even now, the sun is too bright, and crowds are claustrophobic. The shadows hide cloaked attackers, waiting for the time to strike. Everyone has ulterior motives, out to get me. Including you.” She was crying now, ugly and uncontrollable. Yet she pushed on, finally having someone who sat through her problems. Not that she could stop. The vomit of woes was like a rush that, once started, could not be stopped, cascading with the flow of turbulent emotion. ”Constant worry, fearful of losing control at the wrong moment. I'm a danger to everyone around me… I'm not even worthy enough to be her wife.” Hugging her knees, Celeste buried her head in her arms as she cried.