There was no obvious answer that came from Sabine. She had to open her swollen eyes, look down, and think for a moment. She tried imagining different people she knew being tortured to try and compare her reaction and found every single sight to be sickening and terrifying. She had to concentrate deeply to try and get anything useful from it. "With Peiter, it would be worse," Sabine said sullenly, "but I do not know how I would make it better. Even if I didn't tell him how I felt, the thought is just as bad. I just...maybe it will be worse again if I [i]do[/i] tell him." Sabine ran her hands down her face and sniffed again, "I just wish that I did not feel this way until after this whole mission. It hurts to brush him away."

In response to Peiter, Tzirret glanced to the pride, heard another peal of laughter from their talking, then looked back to lonely Peiter. Tzirret let his head angle to one side and he gave a sympathetic smile. "Are you sure, brother?" Tzirret glanced down and away, "When Tzirret feels as you do, his mind can get stuck. Even just speaking the words to Gallus or someone else can help this one to make sense of things, even without advice in return." Tzirret opened his mouth wide and brought his hand up to close his jaw comically. Through his closed jaw, he mumbled, "This one will stay silent if Peiter wishes it. Of this, now, and forever more." Tzirret lowered his hand and angled his head forward, "Now speak! What answer did she give?"