It was a kindness, Shory thought, that he couldn't see Rishi's face at that moment. Slavery in Abarasil didn't turn your heart to stone; if anything, it made you more susceptible to tears and pleas, because you know what a mercy it would have been had anyone ever listened to your own.
Though he couldn't see Rishi standing behind him, he didn't think Rishi had been reduced to tears. But the clog in Rishi's throat as he choked out, "No," in answer to Arix's awful command, tightened Shory's chest like a fist.
His nothing-like-stone heart savored the protest. Rishi was still trying to fight Arix and Ystav, hated what they were doing. There was no reluctant reconsidering here, no tired shrug of acceptance that Arix had the right of it, that Rishi might as well take what was offered since it was the simplest way to get what he wanted. Rishi wanted no part of it.
Which didn't mean he could stop it. Which didn't mean he wouldn't be a part of it by evening's end.
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