The whore comment rather stung. It was unintentionally but the memory of her mother's status and what could've been her fate hit like any real punch would for Meeta. She tighten her hands, trying to control the growing anger. It finally stopped, she breathed slowly.
"Yes people do die there no denying that. Yet not as often as the gladiatoral arena, trust me I been there and was nearly killed in that experience. So what would you have me do? Give up fighting completely, and be a real whore or a beggar to be looked down on and spat at? Or better yet a assassin for hire who murders for a living.
That's the only other options for a so-called half-breed like me here in Essryn."
The references to real whore and half-breed were stated in an tone that leaked of bitterness. Sighing in resignation, she added.
"My homeland isn't perfect, not by a long shot, but it's still my homeland, Lani. And to fight is ingrained within my soul. Why should I deny that aspect because some fools find it entertaining?"
