Quinn sighed, swirling the ruby liquid around the glass before taking another sip. She knew no matter what she said next, it would sound stupid, childish and petty. And no man could ever understand just what she'd gone through when it came to her First Death.
"Rape is one thing I cannae forgive," she said softly. "I was raped by six different men before one slashed my throat open for all th'world t'see. That's how I died th'first time round. The physical pain of my flogging was jes that, physical. But the emotional pain, the public humiliation, was different. Then when Taya and Ciara were raped, jes as I was, it set me off. I never found the marauders who'd killed me, but damn if I cunnae have my vengeance on Rome.
"Every Roman was my enemy," she added. "Man, woman, child, it dinnae matter. I'd had enough of their bullyin' ways. Not givin' folk the chance t'say yea or nay t'havin' Roman authority forced on them. An' havin' our ways outlawed simply because they weren't Roman. Wha' is it those sci-fi aliens were fond of sayin? 'Resistance is futile'? It may've been futile, but damn if I wasna gonna try."
Quinn took another sip of her Merlot. It wasn't easy dredging up the memories in front of a perfect stranger, and she smiled wryly at the old Latin proverb: In vino veritas.
"I dinnae tell th'Druids anything except that I wanted to make an example of someone," she added. "I dinnae care who or how. T'be perfectly honest, I dinnae think they'd curse anyone. A sacrifice to a sacred grove, maybe, but nothin' that extreme. Do ye remember anythin' of tha' night?"
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Date: 20 Jun 2008 08:25 pm (UTC)"Rape is one thing I cannae forgive," she said softly. "I was raped by six different men before one slashed my throat open for all th'world t'see. That's how I died th'first time round. The physical pain of my flogging was jes that, physical. But the emotional pain, the public humiliation, was different. Then when Taya and Ciara were raped, jes as I was, it set me off. I never found the marauders who'd killed me, but damn if I cunnae have my vengeance on Rome.
"Every Roman was my enemy," she added. "Man, woman, child, it dinnae matter. I'd had enough of their bullyin' ways. Not givin' folk the chance t'say yea or nay t'havin' Roman authority forced on them. An' havin' our ways outlawed simply because they weren't Roman. Wha' is it those sci-fi aliens were fond of sayin? 'Resistance is futile'? It may've been futile, but damn if I wasna gonna try."
Quinn took another sip of her Merlot. It wasn't easy dredging up the memories in front of a perfect stranger, and she smiled wryly at the old Latin proverb: In vino veritas.
"I dinnae tell th'Druids anything except that I wanted to make an example of someone," she added. "I dinnae care who or how. T'be perfectly honest, I dinnae think they'd curse anyone. A sacrifice to a sacred grove, maybe, but nothin' that extreme. Do ye remember anythin' of tha' night?"