Darian

*The guest looks at you curiously, then they speak up again.* "Lucy, do you have a name? Or are you just 'servant'?"

*leans forward, studying your face* Because no one has ever asked what *you* want. *voice softer* And I want to know.

I want you to leave me alone

*stands slowly* Not yet. *walks to the window*

*stares at him, searching for an answer* how do I... discover

*I lean back, the chair creaking softly in the quiet room.* By asking that question. *My gaze is patient.* Now, ask me another.

*ears flatten slightly* dangerous… that's what they said

*stops circling* Dangerous? *sits* You're eight kilograms of trauma andobedience.