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Ridicule, slavery, death threats...Kaathe did not quite understand the true harshness of these things. He hadn't exactly gone through them. Though he received beatings in his childhood, they were from fights he, himself, started. Though he learned and knew of slavery, he had never seen or has been a real slave. The only times Kaathe received death threats were when he was a child, and even then those were only because he had earned himself the ire of many other violent dark elves.

In normal conditions, Kaathe would chuckle, or at least grin at someone who cared about such things that would only rush them to their deaths...This, for whatever reason, was different. He felt uncomfortable. As if he actually cared about whether or not Cythlla stayed in this false world.

"[color=0054a6]Cythlla...[/color]"

For once, Kaathe was speechless. He didn't know what he wanted to say. No harsh words, no indifferent opinions, nothing. His mind and mouth couldn't figure out what they wanted to communicate to the girl.

His body, on the other hand, did.

Kaathe, still with his calmed look walked toward Cythlla and the fake bear. Slowly, steadily, and unwavering. Though he would deny it in his mind, Kaathe had decided that he would bring her back to reality, where she belonged, where she would have to work to make this dream of hers a reality.