What's that? What does that do? Oooh, what's that? Her questions are endless, and it makes him want to smile, except for…well, you know what.
"That's a fridge, love," he answers dutifully. "That's a sink." Ru's not in the habit of feeling guilty, but there's this strange feeling in his stomach, almost as if… Almost. If. She is round and silver and resplendent, and he lies to her beautiful face. Not about the sink, though. That part is true. It is a sink.
"This way, sweetheart," he tells her. He herds her. They enter a dark room, and he feels it's the last time they will truly be together, equal and unfettered. Is Rhydderch sad? Almost. He puts her in a cage, and she trusts him, fragile naivety in her eyes. "You'll be safe here, Arrah," he says, and this statement is pretty much true. He locks her up, and that innocence in her eyes seeps away, replaced by confusion and perhaps, if he cared to look hard enough- which he doesn't, why would he- hurt. He just turns around; Rhydderch has done his job. If…
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