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Sabriel couldn't understand where Micteca couldn't see what the title she was taking up meant, what it was to be that kind of creature. Maybe she wasn't one of them in act yet, but she had still taken up becoming one, if the end result of what they were was the end result she had thought it was or not. Did she not know what it all had meant from the start? Did they not tell her what the history was? Sabriel doesn't think she had gone into it all that blindly, but he can't be sure. He could give her the benefit of the doubt, because it soothed the unreast within him to think that maybe she really hadn't known the whole of it, that maybe she had only wanted those things that she spoke of now.

Yet she knew what they were at this point. She had a choice. All that training was done, right? So she could take that and use it only for what she had said... but being with them.. how would she know they wouldn't ask her to kill for them? If she was hurting now, then how did she expect him to feel? To know that she would choose all of that over him? She could have learned how to defend herself from any good warrior that did the same, not from assassins, not trained to be able to kill. Even in defending, Sabriel did not think it was right to kill unless there was no other choice in the matter, not unless it was your life or theirs, and so often it did not come to such a thing as that. Life was precious.

Being an assassin, in Sabriel's eyes, was a maleficent thing. They weren't even considered honorable in their killings. They were sneaky, trained to not give their prey a chance to survive. Where was the good in something like that? The idea that Micteca might have been training for that made his stomach twist into knots. Someone he loved taking up with that kind of creature, learning from them. It made him feel unwell. He listens to Micteca talk of her mother, that she had not been trained to take life. It's a relief to him, and it only makes him want to take her away from all this before they did something to change her into that. Yet he had given her his feelings on it, on where he stood now.

She responded to him, and he had to admit to himself that he was disappointed with the answer, but if there was something to still hold onto, then.. he would try. He could do that, for a little longer, as she had asked. He finally nods his head to her, but he couldn't just leave it like that, so he would not. "I will wait for you until Fall begins." He said quietly, because that was time enough for her to be with them, to see how they were and help them settle in more. Yet Sabriel could not just wait, not knowing if she would ever really leave to be with him. He had to give that little bit of time, but for his own sanity he needed to give himself a cutoff time to let go if that's what he needed to do.


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male -- eleven -- mate to none -- soulbound to anemone -- gypsy