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She watched as Johanna paced around. She recognized that anxious gait, that panicky look on her face even if she was trying to hide it. It was something similar to what she had felt like to a much smaller extent when Morsmordre had her.

She was a bit kinder when she spoke this time, "So...how long did she have you?" By her, she meant Morsmordre. The skull kalona was notorious for her torture. What had she done to this girl who was what everyone believed fearless? The epitome of brave?

Alma didn't press her as she thought back on her own time in captivity. Time was a concept she hadn't cared for back then and little had come to change that. But she had kept track of each day that passed, ticking them off in her mind as she thought of her gone family and her whole old life.

She hadn't ever gotten whole again. Her past was filled with corpses, and at night the dead would rise. She was as brave as anyone, but the dead in her dreams tormented her as much as Morsmordre ever had in real life.

Some scars just didn't heal.

Alma shrugged, "Doesn't matter does it? She had me. How long or little or any of the specifics doesn't matter. It doesn't change the fact of what she did to me. A moment would have been too long in her prescence."

She could still see Morsmordre through the blur of pain and smart of blood. She'd always equate that feeling with Morsmordre. Nothing would change that. Killing Morsmordre wouldn't bring her family back, but it would help. Vengeance was a dish she liked the taste of, even if it ate at her day and night. Sometimes, she thought it was the only reason she kept on living.

She'd mount that half-breed's head on a stick.

That wasn't too much to ask for, was it? It was only fair to get to kill her, and if she had family--maybe them too. Life for life, it was fair wasn't it? And they'd be like her, vile and evil.

Yes, more than fair.