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Marcus - in his chamber with Nexus
"What else can you say that I have not already thought of, myself? Either I capable of healing or I am not. Either I am capable of giving or I am not. I still feel a shell of myself. Either you will help me or you will not, but I beg you...please do not use your words as fists any longer. I am holding on by just a whisker...."
Was it hard for Nexus to kneel before him like this? Marcus couldn't say; perhaps she fell to such a submissive position only that he might stop "berating" her. Perhaps she didn't understand what it meant to kneel at a Master's feet. He frowned and took a deep breath. Mistresses should not act as slaves. They should keep in mind the chain of command, but should know they rank above simple harem girls.
He knelt down on one knee, close in front of her, never breaking eye contact. When he spoke, his words quiet and calm.
"I know what it means to lose family," he said. "When I was a boy my father was killed over money. I tell you that not to compare loss, but to compare our response. Like you, I sought vengeance, and I got it. Unlike you're wild attacks, however, I managed slow, satisfying revenge, the kind that I no longer need to seek. Revenge like that takes control, Nexus. I assure you, once you have tapped into your anger, once you have control over it, then you will have the focus to truly gain what you desire most."
Marcus looked down at the shewolf's hands. He took them in his own, locking his fingers through hers. Hid palms were calloused by years of weapon training and fighting and he gripped lightly, his fingertips tickled by her soft fur.
"These hands are strong," he continued. "But they strike the wrong victim." He had been unnerved by her pinching and scratching; this self-flagellation was a sign of weakness.
"You hurt yourself physically to overcome the mental pain of your guilt. I will help you, Nexus. The first rule is that you are never, ever to harm yourself again. It shows your enemies that you lack focus. Do you understand?"
"What else can you say that I have not already thought of, myself? Either I capable of healing or I am not. Either I am capable of giving or I am not. I still feel a shell of myself. Either you will help me or you will not, but I beg you...please do not use your words as fists any longer. I am holding on by just a whisker...."
Was it hard for Nexus to kneel before him like this? Marcus couldn't say; perhaps she fell to such a submissive position only that he might stop "berating" her. Perhaps she didn't understand what it meant to kneel at a Master's feet. He frowned and took a deep breath. Mistresses should not act as slaves. They should keep in mind the chain of command, but should know they rank above simple harem girls.
He knelt down on one knee, close in front of her, never breaking eye contact. When he spoke, his words quiet and calm.
"I know what it means to lose family," he said. "When I was a boy my father was killed over money. I tell you that not to compare loss, but to compare our response. Like you, I sought vengeance, and I got it. Unlike you're wild attacks, however, I managed slow, satisfying revenge, the kind that I no longer need to seek. Revenge like that takes control, Nexus. I assure you, once you have tapped into your anger, once you have control over it, then you will have the focus to truly gain what you desire most."
Marcus looked down at the shewolf's hands. He took them in his own, locking his fingers through hers. Hid palms were calloused by years of weapon training and fighting and he gripped lightly, his fingertips tickled by her soft fur.
"These hands are strong," he continued. "But they strike the wrong victim." He had been unnerved by her pinching and scratching; this self-flagellation was a sign of weakness.
"You hurt yourself physically to overcome the mental pain of your guilt. I will help you, Nexus. The first rule is that you are never, ever to harm yourself again. It shows your enemies that you lack focus. Do you understand?"