Re: Auction room: Tas
Tas let her put the collar on him, breathing in sharply the moment it touched his neck. He didn't breath out again until she had fastened it shut. He reached up and touched it. He didn't like it. He could slip a finger between the collar and his throat, it wasn't tight but it felt like it. He almost rather have the permanent mark than to have the collar suffocating him. He dropped his hands. He wouldn't say anything. Maybe once they were back at Tris' place, he would be allowed to take it off.
"Does this mean that I can use magic around you? In case of necessity?" It wasn't that he didn't know how to fight without magic; he was born to fight against magic but all the same, he wanted to know his boundaries with that. He smirked when she said if he knew how to cook, "I think I may need to learn. I can toast bread without burning it most of the time." Cooking wasn't a skill he had.
Tas opted not to reply about his name. His parents gave him that name and what gave him conflict. He didn't know what his real birth name was and he always found it ironic that the people that gave him the name Truth lied to him his entire life.