“What if they gave you a bad memory?” Mealla asked, her gaze curious, grey eyes intent. Again, she had to resist the urge to reach up and push her hair behind her ears, but she managed. Somehow. “Surely that could cause some harm? What if you couldn’t cope with it? If they gave you a memory of a horrific death, then...” She let the sentence fall. There were other ways to suffer harm; harm wasn’t always physical. There was mental pain, mental anguish, and she’d seen the damage such things could do. She wasn’t entirely sure whether she would be comfortable exchanging memories with another being. They were hers, and many of them were not to be share, and if she lost some of them completely-? The thought didn’t bear thinking about, and she gave a tiny little shudder before she forced a smile on her face again, her grip still tight on her weapons. “But, in regards to fighting, using actual swords helps you learn not to make mistakes quicker.” She grinned properly this time. “Chop a finger off and you won’t be quick to repeat it.” And then turned sober. “The Sea of Grass is harsh, and sometimes the harshest way, therefore, is the best way to learn. Sometimes there isn’t time for wooden swords. I wish it were not so, but...” She shrugged her shoulders, her gaze drifting away. It was soon back, though, and as curious as ever as she stepped forward to broach the subject of Sama’el once more. She was determined to find out as much about him as possible so that she could use it to her advantage. She wanted her dreams to become a reality. She needed them to become a reality. She had to become a full member of the Watch, and if finding out more about Sama’el helped, then-? She would do it. “Has he been with many women? Sama’el? Do they flock to his tent? He is very good-looking. I imagine he has the whole of Endrykas chasing after him. He’d certainly make someone a great husband.” But not her. |