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"If they can help us get out, then yes," I say.
"And if they won't?"
"I'm not above forcing them. You shouldn't be, either, after what they did."
"It's... You're probably right," she says. "It's just a lot to process, I guess. I get flashes of what they did to me. Flashes of Niraem, too. What he told me. What they did to him. It's horrible. I know I should be angry. Or terrified. It's just too strange to wrap my head around."
"You'll have years to figure it out," I say. "After we get out of here."
"It's more than emotions," she says. "Talking with him, or whatever we did. There's more to it. Images. Concepts. Things in my brain too alien to taste the shape of."
"I don't understand," I admit. "But you're taking it pretty well."
"Heh," she says, without a trace of humor. "Like you said, I can freak out about what kind of fucked up monster I am later. But, for now, I need to figure out how to be a kind of fucked up monster that will help us escape. And I think talking with Niraem helped. He gave me a lot of data. I know it's useful."
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