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[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Nowish.
Location: Earth, Metal, and Wood Sector.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: Mind control related trauma, discussion of mass murder.

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[imaginate]

[He obliges, sitting straight up, still out of respect (but comfortably enough).

He doesn't quite know how to explain 'aliens' to her, or space travel. What had Temeraire called it? Travelling amongst the stars? Even that, he wasn't sure he could sustain.

So? Easier option.] There are many stories; only one is true.

[That was, the ability to overcome great fear.]

[iwillnotlookback]

A fine beginning

[ She sits with one leg curled beneath her, the other's knee propped up so she can rest her elbow upon it. Coiled almost lazily, like a dragon. ]

Go on.

[imaginate]

[His voice takes a new tone - neither his usual dorkiness nor his more serious, commanding voice. It has the cadence of a practiced storyteller, except this is not a story. It is a battle hymn:]

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

[iwillnotlookback]

[ She listens in silence, hands folded in her lap. The words reach a place deep inside Dany, stirring it to emotion. She thinks of watching impassively her brother was crowned and died, of pressing that silk pillow over her lord husband's face and suffocating the life from him. Of the funeral pyre after, through which she'd walked unscathed.

When he finishes, her silence remains, an object of her stillness. Finally she stirs, and lifts her chin ever so slightly in salute. ]

Fine words. A song of your people?

[imaginate]

The best one, khaleesi.

[He bows his head slightly; he can see that the words have reached her.]

[iwillnotlookback]

And what story does it tell?

[imaginate]

The only story worth telling: the truth about those who serve beside me.