[Forsaken] - Protected

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I look at the paper and I read her lies. They're kind of obvious and I know that she hasn't made any effort to conceal them. I can't say for sure if she would have succeeded, but she'd have made a sight better job of it than this.

The work is impressive, despite the gaps; the things she's hidden from me. I wonder at those; at what it is that could be so much worse than what I already know about my bio-dad? A part of me wants to know and rails against her for hiding things from me.

But...

But another part knows the reason why and is moved. The Uratha make a big thing of protecting the squishies, but it's been... maybe longer than I can remember since another human being has made a point of looking after me. I can't escape the curiosity, the need to know, but suddenly and overwhelmingly I feel a warmth welling up inside me; a sense almost of safety, of comfort.

I don't love her, but that doesn't seem so bad now; I have a natural suspicion of thunderbolts anyway. In time it may come; until then... this is good. It's warm and it's rich and exciting, and it feels good all the way to the core and it doesn't hurt.

Rome or Paris...

March seems a very long time away.