(Abby has also been ordered to sack villages before, and complied. A complicated burst of righteousness and guilt dams up her throat. It tastes bitter on her back teeth when she presses them together, swallowing.)
... You defected. (She would rather relate to this. They're keeping an even pace now, half-marching to Kirkwall.)
That's what the bounty is for. (Bringing her back in line.)
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... You defected. (She would rather relate to this. They're keeping an even pace now, half-marching to Kirkwall.)
That's what the bounty is for. (Bringing her back in line.)