We Will...?

I should be in my room, I told myself. Or at least somewhere familiar.
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Word reached the inner hall within moments.
"Sona has returned."
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"Struggling won't break it."

"Then you don't know who you've tied," she shot back. "And that's your mistake."
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"You think this is about safety?" she demanded. "This is about possession."
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She held his gaze, "And what feels out of place about me?"

"Nothing," he said after a moment. "That's what makes it noticeable."

For the first time, she smiled-small, controlled.
"My name is Kirti."
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"Since I'm clearly being discussed-I am Shri."
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"He told me to pack my bags," Shri said. "Said I was late."

"I asked him why," Shri went on. "He said, 'Because if you don't leave now, you'll miss her.'"