...If an explanation for my own actions will set you more at ease in the knowledge that I do not distrust you specifically, I will provide one. Some time before even the station, I was in a place called the Mithraeum. It was very dangerous for me there. However, I believed my own quarters, at least, to be safe from the person who would have done me harm. I am accomplished with wards, and the wards around my quarters were my most intricate work.
One evening, he stole into my chambers while I was in the bath. He destroyed my wards, and he came very near to taking my life.
Many of the things I have experienced have been more painful or dangerous, but I suppose in that instance, it was the fact I had believed I was completely safe at the moment he attacked that made it difficult for me to move past it.
I believe you are a good man, Hope. It is merely a situation that causes me to feel an illogical paranoia I cannot quite shake.
I see. I'm so sorry to hear that, and I don't blame you in the slightest. As you said, to have your privacy violated while in an intimate, vulnerable state is particularly cruel; it's no surprise that it's left you with such a deep trauma.
To feel like nowhere is safe, no matter how many defenses you've set up, no matter how well you hide, no matter how many precautions you've taken...
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Thank you so much for sharing this with me. Your requests for accommodation have never bothered me, even without having any context for your actions, but I truly appreciate your transparency, Harrowhark. I hope that, someday, you'll be able to relax without needing to constantly be checking over your shoulder, figuratively or literally.
Words may only be words, but they also inspire change in those who choose to make them real. We will get to the bottom of this. We will get justice. If worst comes to absolute worst, we will go out fighting.
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...If an explanation for my own actions will set you more at ease in the knowledge that I do not distrust you specifically, I will provide one. Some time before even the station, I was in a place called the Mithraeum. It was very dangerous for me there. However, I believed my own quarters, at least, to be safe from the person who would have done me harm. I am accomplished with wards, and the wards around my quarters were my most intricate work.
One evening, he stole into my chambers while I was in the bath. He destroyed my wards, and he came very near to taking my life.
Many of the things I have experienced have been more painful or dangerous, but I suppose in that instance, it was the fact I had believed I was completely safe at the moment he attacked that made it difficult for me to move past it.
I believe you are a good man, Hope. It is merely a situation that causes me to feel an illogical paranoia I cannot quite shake.
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To feel like nowhere is safe, no matter how many defenses you've set up, no matter how well you hide, no matter how many precautions you've taken...
[ . . . ]
Thank you so much for sharing this with me. Your requests for accommodation have never bothered me, even without having any context for your actions, but I truly appreciate your transparency, Harrowhark. I hope that, someday, you'll be able to relax without needing to constantly be checking over your shoulder, figuratively or literally.
Words may only be words, but they also inspire change in those who choose to make them real. We will get to the bottom of this. We will get justice. If worst comes to absolute worst, we will go out fighting.
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I have no doubt of that.
...Thank you.
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I sincerely hope to see you tomorrow.
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