“Yes, I want to help! My friends are being tortured? You wouldn’t do the same for the people you care about?” she challenged. “I’m not working for them! Look.” Silently, she pulled some of the dress on her back down so that the top of her back was showing, revealing deep, painful welts where she’d been whipped. “You think I went through that as part of the show?” She put as much conviction as she could into her voice. “Seina, I would never side with the people intent on taking their anger and hatred out on children. On anyone. I swear it on my life and honor.”
"Or, maybe you were threatened with more if you didn't do what they said." She argued back her voice getting quieter near the end. Initially, Ashira refuting everything she had thought up in her mind had made her more nervous, but as she was speaking she had caught on that it didn't make sense that she would say those specific things. "I only asked you... you're an anigere." (Taken from latin words cause why not. Animo - mind Legere - read)
She said with shocked amazement. She shook her head closing her eyes as she did, rethinking her interactions with Ashira with this new information. She was helping her friend. I told her to come to me. She would have known all along that I'm pregnant.
Seina bit at her lip looking cautiously at the slightly shorter girl, daring to trust her even the tiniest bit. "We won't be able to free your friend without weapons. I might be able to get the guard to turn his back for a moment. But only a moment my powers don't last very long right now."