"[color=#2ecc40]Why would you help me like this?[/color]" Flea's mind was instantly suspicious, because in the past things like what he was suggesting would have some cost associated with it. [color=#2ecc40]"What will this cost me,[/color]" she finally asked, being a little more plain in her line of questioning. She didn't think he would give her the actual reason, and it was easy enough to shrug off or lie about a reason, so when it came down to it, it wasn't a question of why, it was a question of how much.
She had learned that lesson much much earlier in life, before she was sold into slavery -- at least, she had assumed she had been sold into it. She couldn't remember anything before a certain point, and the beatings she had taken before Bajie had started teaching her had taken away what little had been able to glen together from fragments of memories. "[color=#2ecc40]I'll pay it. If it means finding him.[/color]"
She hoped she hadn't just earned a debt she'd never be free of.
She had learned that lesson much much earlier in life, before she was sold into slavery -- at least, she had assumed she had been sold into it. She couldn't remember anything before a certain point, and the beatings she had taken before Bajie had started teaching her had taken away what little had been able to glen together from fragments of memories. "[color=#2ecc40]I'll pay it. If it means finding him.[/color]"
She hoped she hadn't just earned a debt she'd never be free of.
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