[ laurel has a point. nyssa isn't sure she cares. the clutter of nyssa's mind begins to slowly mute, and she's certain avoiding laurel will only spur her to push harder. so while nyssa's ears tune in to the routines of the guards down the corridor, she humors her cellmate. ]
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Nyssa. Nyssa Raatko.
[ she would never belong to her father again. ]