Private The Siren & The Liberator

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Mia Monroe
Location: Serreno

"Mia. I mean this in the nicest way. I don't want your pities. I don't want your apologies. I don't want you to feel sorry for me. This is all I've ever known."

Pity. It wasn't something Reina wanted. She wasn't used to it. Not used to the concept of people feeling sorry for her. She didn't think she deserved it anyway. With how much her Master had looked down upon her, the one person who should have always had her back, she didn't see herself as anything better than a monster.

"I've never felt more free, than when I'm fighting. I don't need to hide myself. But to be told that was wrong, again and again, with no alternatives suggested to me...I've only ever wanted to kill one person. Murder a single person. And that's who...changed me. She believed she knew what was best for me. What I should be. So she changed me physically. My master tried to change my spiritually."

And that was why Reina believed near enough anyone who had an interest in her life wanted to change her in some way. The only exception was Quinn. Even now, she was glancing at Mia out of the corner of her eye, ever so suspicious of what the Mandalorian wanted. But she was not one to run away from that which scared her anymore.

"...I'm always willing to learn more. Unlike members of the Jedi, I am willing to learn and see if I am wrong in my opinions."​

 

[Mia Monroe]

"Its not pity Reina, its empathy and acknowledgement of everything you've suffered."

A frown creased her forehead as she spoke of her want to kill the Sith who had changed her, but it was not judgement nor disapproval, it was simply thoughtful. It seemed that Reina had been force to walk certain paths and straying from them had led to punishment in one form or another. Mia had no interest in shaping her into anything, she only wanted to give her a solid foundation from which she could grow into whatever she was going to be.

She caught the suspicion in her eyes as they walked. "Relax Reina, I have no interest in making you into anything you don't want to be, I'm just opening a door for you. Its up to you whether you walk through it or not."

The gardens fell behind them as they followed the path Mia had walked around the edge of the estate back to the landing pad at the front.

"If you were to start anywhere, in learning more about us, where would you want to start?"

Reina Daival

 

[Reina Daival]

//: Mia Monroe //:
//: Location: Serreno //:

"Well, it feels wrong. Alright? Hardly anyone acknowledges it. Nearly everyone I've spoken to about this talks about how it's fine to feel this way, how I shouldn't worry. I don't want anyone to say kark about it. It's just what I've went through."

The redhead waved her hand through the air, somewhat frustrated. It wasn't a topic that she wanted to be pitied for. As much as she'd feel sorry for anyone that had been in her position, Reina didn't want people feeling sorry for her. She would push through it, as she always had. She was stubborn, whether she liked it or not.

"I'm...not sure where I'd start. I've been trying to learn your language. Met one of your people on Zeltros a while back. She used a bunch of words I didn't understand...so I've been studying them."

Of course, there had technically been two people, now that Zeltros counted as a Mandalorian word. Both Cali and Aselia had inspired Reina to at least somewhat try and learn more about the Mandalorian culture, as much as Reina used to want to stay far, far away from it.​

 

[Mia Monroe]

"I understand."

The acknowledgement of Reina's obvious discomfort was quiet. If that was what she wanted, then Mia wouldn't argue it. She let the matter slide, if and when the siren was ready, she would speak about it, and Mia would be careful to just listen. It sounded like that was what she needed and Mia could understand that need. The want for people to hold back their judgements or thoughts, to not try to understand or justify what she had been through, but simply to hear her.

"Language is as good a place as any to start. So let's start with this;"

Mia stopped as the shuttle they'd come in on came into view, turning to face Reina properly.

"Ba'jur bal beskar'gam, Ara'nov, aliit, Mando'a bal Mand'alor—An vencuyan mhi." she spoke slowly not to insult her, but to be sure she followed the words and their cadence.

Reina Daival

 

[Reina Daival]

//: Mia Monroe //:
//: Location: Serreno //:

She gave a small nod of thanks when Mia agreed to drop the topic. Though as they stopped outside the shuttle, and Mia started to speak in Mando'a, the redhead blinked, giving off a look of confusion as she tilted her head to the side. The cogs in her head were trying to turn as she held out a finger, waving it through the air slightly as she tried to translate.

"Beskar'gam...is your armour. Mando'a is your language and Mand'alor is the name of your leader...I dunno what the rest of that means but..."

Reina frowned in thought, trying to least put some of effort into understanding something she didn't actually know. She had to deduce. Figure things out logically, when most of her responses were always reflexive.

"...Is it something around the lines of your people and culture being an armour to protect you? Instead of being alone, you're part of a culture?"​