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Guyon was overcome with reflection. After Shen's statements, and after their synchronized reaction with Beata, his past ceased to be a secret, at least for most of the Carnelian people. Erephir, of course, knew something about the curse that lay upon him, but she never bothered to find out the circumstances of how he got it and who was its, um, owner before Beata. The others didn't even know that. And now, their whole group 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, on the contrary, helped him escape, rather than owning him as a possession for almost five years. In any case... Things will probably never be the same. He groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Guyosh, are you okay?” Beata hugged him by the 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’ve missed the deadline.” “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.”
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“Ahem, Beata, Guy,” the redhead paused for a moment, speaking quite casually. “Forgive me for saying this, but I think you’ve developed some kind of incorrect perception. People aren’t avoiding the topic because they’re embarrassed, and certainly not because they’re judging you, but because there’s nothing to talk about. Your backstory, while undoubtedly a very traumatic experience, doesn’t put you at a disadvantage or tarnish your honor; rather, the opposite, someone who has overcome difficulties deserves respect. Imagine that someone accidentally saw you, having reluctantly left your clothes on the shore, swimming across a turbulent river, with difficulty and at the risk of your life. Do you think the involuntary observer would think badly of you?
“Forget about it, there’s no need to worry about it. There are enough other reasons to worry about in the world.”
— I agree with Erephir. If someone looks at you askance because of your difficult life experience, that’s their problem, not yours. You are a talented doctor who saves lives. An experienced swordsman who fought bravely against one of the most dangerous dragons in the world and emerged victorious. Just a loyal friend. These aren’t empty words, but facts—you know that yourself. And we are witnesses to it. No one here thinks any less of you, believe me.