Stepping back into her and Seth's room, Seth looked at Isis and instantly dropped the work he was doing, seeing her blood-soaked appearance. Going over to her, she instantly fell into him, once he was close enough and took a deep, loud breath, shaking as she did.
"We can't refuse them, Seth." Her voice was quiet, so quiet that Seth nearly didn't hear. Wrapping a single arm around her shoulder, he let her lean into his body and silently cry, saying nothing, not asking anything. He could see that there was no harm to her body, but it didn't mean she wasn't hurt. "I don't want to suffer that, suffer what's worse than that." Seth closed his eyes and suppressed a click of his tongue.
"Just survive, Isis. Do what you have to do. No one will blame you." With a low voice, he smiled, feeling Isis give a weak nod.
"I hate this." Speaking to no one, she carried on, "It shouldn't exist." Choosing silence once more, Seth let her be and simply allowed her to cry into his chest.
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