He frowns, unable for a moment to understand either Susan's shame or what she's saying. He's never heard the term she uses before, and so he puzzles through the rest of her words before something snaps into place and he, too, turns white and then red, though with shock and rage in place of shame. "She – sold you? For – oh, what a hateful thing she was, and Rhea of the Coos too, and the mayor besides," he nearly thunders, the level of his voice kept lower only because he has not quite forgotten where they are and who he sits with.
"Disgusting, pathetic old crones! To treat you so, as though you were naught but property?"
And oh but he's properly furious now, and perhaps the image in his mind of Susan, forced into this contract, is merging with one of Lucy on a slaver's auction block.
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He frowns, unable for a moment to understand either Susan's shame or what she's saying. He's never heard the term she uses before, and so he puzzles through the rest of her words before something snaps into place and he, too, turns white and then red, though with shock and rage in place of shame. "She – sold you? For – oh, what a hateful thing she was, and Rhea of the Coos too, and the mayor besides," he nearly thunders, the level of his voice kept lower only because he has not quite forgotten where they are and who he sits with.
"Disgusting, pathetic old crones! To treat you so, as though you were naught but property?"
And oh but he's properly furious now, and perhaps the image in his mind of Susan, forced into this contract, is merging with one of Lucy on a slaver's auction block.