Mayerling's suggestion bothers Sharon to a degree, a frown tugging at her lips like a weight. It's not so much that it's a frightening prospect (it is) but it's the idea that someone might think of her as something to be harvested; a person to be used. She refuses to be that girl again.
She notices when he looks at her hands and she shoves them into her jacket pockets unconsciously. "Yeah. Yeah, I did. I've been told they're pretty powerful, masters of their blood magic." It explains the ease with which the woman had pulled them from the duct and transported them.
"I'm pretty sure they're dealing with heavy corruption, too. Though, I don't really know how they haven't succumbed to beasthood."
The Sleepers she knows are usually quick to end corruption in its tracks the moment they notice it, whether in themselves or others. People lose themselves to corruption and fall into beasthood because of it. The fact the zealots haven't is a mystery to Sharon.
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She notices when he looks at her hands and she shoves them into her jacket pockets unconsciously. "Yeah. Yeah, I did. I've been told they're pretty powerful, masters of their blood magic." It explains the ease with which the woman had pulled them from the duct and transported them.
"I'm pretty sure they're dealing with heavy corruption, too. Though, I don't really know how they haven't succumbed to beasthood."
The Sleepers she knows are usually quick to end corruption in its tracks the moment they notice it, whether in themselves or others. People lose themselves to corruption and fall into beasthood because of it. The fact the zealots haven't is a mystery to Sharon.