I moved my thumb over the inked carnage as I whispered, "You're not. We need to find a way to cope with reality before the bad thoughts eat us alive from within. Exterminating the lionkin from the face of Thalorind is how you cope with the tragic loss of your loved ones. In doing so, your brain is telling you no more innocents will have to go through the nightmare you did."
Vex didn't respond verbally, but the way in which her tense body relaxed against mine told me all I needed to know.
I didn't press further. Instead, my hands moved to her back by gliding on her sensually smooth, flawless skin. There, my fingers brushed over the bloodstained sigil. It was a depiction of a cursed blade impaling a bleeding heart.
"This one… it's different," I mused. "It's not about servitude or vengeance, is it?"
