"Torturing a woman is for the greater good? Amelia, are you being serious? Who are you exactly?" Emma questioned, folding her arms across her chest, whilst contemplating on the truth that might or might not be in the news that Amelia's master had shared to the latter.
Amelia sighed. "I am still me, Emma. I am still working to protect you. Stop fussing like you always do. This is not the time for that. And I doubt that the master would kill the matron. He just needs information."
"And what if the matron is strong enough to resist the torture, what if she holds back on speaking? Will he let her go?"
There was a tense silence. Amelia said nothing.
Emma knew that the matron would be killed. It shook her heart, the fact that people might die to keep her secret.
But wasn't the matron a human? Why not just give the man the information he wanted? Why fight for what isn't entirely related to her? Emma wished the matron would speak.
