[I see some of myself in you is not said aloud. Not because Seviilia is afraid to admit it, or because she doesn't want to -- just because she doesn't see the point in acknowledging it verbally. No one could relate to a corpse in turn, of that she is sure.

Seviilia's expression evens out a bit. She holds the silence for a long moment, and then her hand finally drops away from her cheek. She could answer those questions, but Asuka hasn't earned an equal amount of trust from her -- and frankly, stories of slavery are filed under a realm of trust that she'll need to work a bit harder to achieve.]

Not everyone you interact with is looking to use you, Asuka. I understand your desire to defend yourself. But you do not and will likely never have access to anything I might desire.

[She adjusts her trappings and moves back to sit on her bed again, picking up the booklet they had been given with the intent of returning to educating herself.]

Take my advice, or do not. But know that I have lived a long time, and death has given me a unique perspective on many things.