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Guyon was overcome with reflection. After Shen's statements, and after their synchronized reaction with Beata, his past was no longer a secret, at least for most of the Carnelian people. Erephir, of course, knew something about the curse that lay upon him, but she had never been interested in the circumstances of how he received it, or who its, um, owner was before Beata. The others didn't even know that much. And now, the whole gang knows that he was a slave, albeit a former one. How will they look at him now? And how will Rinze look at him, just like they will look at Beata? Although, with her, it's simpler; they might decide that she actually helped him escape, rather than owning him as a possession for almost five years.
In any case... Things are unlikely to be the same as before.
He groaned and covered his face with his hands.
"Guyosh, are you okay?" Beata put her arms around his shoulders.
"Not really," he admitted honestly.
"Maybe we should go back to our place? We still have to write an essay."
"Technically, it's already the next day, so we're out of time."
"I think we should send the supervisor to submit it. She'll run so fast that she'll arrive yesterday!"
"I don't think that..."
"Everything will be alright, Guyosh. I'm here for you."