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Jun. 11th, 2014 07:53 pm[She hasn't changed since she got here, scant hours ago. Her cloak - one of the precious few things she kept of her old life - is scorched and tattered. Her breastplate, her symbol, is gouged and bloodied.
By all rights, she should be dead. That's what she wanted; their last escape, their last refusal. Instead, she is a prisoner. She is alone. She is powerless.
Indignant fury flashes in her eyes as she speaks. She refuses to let any of her weariness or despair seep into her voice; her words are strong and sure.]
I shouldn't be here. All I did, I did to protect my people. We were not the monsters.
((AU Jean, aka Jehanne, is from BBC Merlin's verse! She thinks she just got here, and that she's an Inmate.))
By all rights, she should be dead. That's what she wanted; their last escape, their last refusal. Instead, she is a prisoner. She is alone. She is powerless.
Indignant fury flashes in her eyes as she speaks. She refuses to let any of her weariness or despair seep into her voice; her words are strong and sure.]
I shouldn't be here. All I did, I did to protect my people. We were not the monsters.
((AU Jean, aka Jehanne, is from BBC Merlin's verse! She thinks she just got here, and that she's an Inmate.))
