“Let me help you,” Capricious finally breathed. “I don’t… understand… fully, but I want to help you.”
“Surely my speech was not that exciting. You’ve been taught to hate us. Kill us. We are but monsters. I find it hard to believe that a few days of me indoctrinating you has had that much of an affect.” Etienne rubbed his eyes uncertainly.
“Will you trust me?” Her eyes questioned him.
“I’m afraid I don’t know much about you,” he said as he walked her through the halls. “Do you have a family?”
“No. My parents were changed in the massacre.” Capricious kept her eyes ahead.
“I suppose that is why you hate me.” Etienne tried to make her look at him.
“But you want to help…” he asked again incredulously.
“I want to stop all of this.”