VICTORIA KNEW that this so-called conductor was certainly providing not-so legal transport, but what she didn't know was how. She'd spent many years watching Aleksander stop any who tried to take Grisha from him and his plan, so how did this man evade his prying eyes?
What Victoria also knew was that the Fold was unforgiving. If they got attacked, it was the end. No second attempts or regrouping or anything like that - you either live or die.
And the Grisha sat on her bed, thinking about the different things that'd happen if a single Ravkan recognised her darkened eyes or offensive stance, before her scenarios were interrupted by a knock on her door.
The Suli stepped into the room, a needle and thread in hand. "Do you still need your glove mending?" She offered.
Victoria nodded, her mouth unable to form words as the Fold invaded her thoughts. They'd be crossing it, and they'd be crossing it with a method that she'd never seen before. What if it was inefficient and she had to go through the same thing she already did? The same thing that left her with the extra mental collateral. She drew away from her thoughts, but not completely. They still deteriorated her sanity at the back of her mind.
With a mind screaming that she shouldn't, she slid the glove off her hand and passed it to her other hand, before she gave it to Inej.
"We'll get through the Fold, you know." The Wraith was perceptive, almost seeing through Victoria's dark looks to the worry on her mind.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Inej. I've had my fair share of my place." Victoria shuffled in her place a little, nerves creeping up on her.
"Kaz wouldn't hire anyone without having faith that it'd work." The Suli reminded, beginning to stitch the leather carefully.
"It's not that I don't have faith in Kaz, or even the conductor. Just the faith in the method. Nothing is foolproof in the Fold." The Grisha returned, pulling the dagger out her boot and placing it on the surface beside her. "A part of me feels like it will end the same way it did the last time I passed through."
Inej had never comforted a saint. Though Victoria denied the title, her bloodline made her one, and so Inej worshipped her, no matter how much Vi insisted it wasn't necessary. The Wraith's body language told Victoria to continue, or at least welcomed a continuation.
A part of Victoria wanted the comfort of someone knowing the inner turmoils of her mind. The cautious part of her mind knew that by telling Inej the truth, it would reveal every part of Victoria Morozova. It wouldn't be the Skotos of Ketterdam or Victoria Kirrigan, it would be the true version the Shadow Summoner.
That was a version Victoria wished to bury.
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