[ She speaks from the boy's mouth, and Alecto knows how it hurts her, and how it hurts the boy. She takes Alecto's words, and Alecto, for once, does not mind. For her kind, they are a gift, freely given.
There are other words, however. Other languages. Older ones, easier for things like them to speak. It is hard for Alecto to remember what they are, but being in the presence of another helps.
Alecto takes her head in her hands. She listens to the wind and the sea, and she thinks of what was taken from her. ]
Is he yours? Do you love him? Did he hurt you?
[ Alecto's words are for her fellow monster only. All the boy will hear is screams. ]
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There are other words, however. Other languages. Older ones, easier for things like them to speak. It is hard for Alecto to remember what they are, but being in the presence of another helps.
Alecto takes her head in her hands. She listens to the wind and the sea, and she thinks of what was taken from her. ]
Is he yours? Do you love him? Did he hurt you?
[ Alecto's words are for her fellow monster only. All the boy will hear is screams. ]