Disciple is eager to be freed from her fabric prison, shameless in the bearing of her muscular body, not caring who sees. She takes a flying leap into the water, letting out a mewl of delight when the cold water meets her flesh.

Signless is weary from the night's travels but grinning, seemingly intoxicted by the mood of his cheery lover. He takes things steadily however, despite the heated ache in his muscles. The water is not going anywhere, after all.

The Psiioniic is tired, too used to exerting nothing but his psychic energy. He walks in back, allowing Signless to take the lead. Only when he is reassured that his presence is accepted, he follows obediently. When it comes time to remove his suit, however, he falters. The yellowblood does not want them to see his scars, the markings of his punishments and owners. He does not want their pity.

He wants the "love" they share, the strange alien concept that is not based on hatred nor pity. So far he does not fully understand but tries to dearly, asking questions in his hushed voice.

He is not wild and carefree like the oliveblood, and he admires her for that.

He is not outspoken and inspiring like the Signless, whom he serves willingly.

They are beautiful together, embracing in the lake. Perfect for each other, perfect without him.

The Psiioniic looks away shamefully, a pang of longing in his heart.

A slave is meant to live in suffering after all.