Latin had been a language she learned out of necessity, as was Greek. Knowing the language of the two greediest cultures of her time had granted her an agency that was denied to many. Her knowledge had allowed her to move more freely amongst them and that was reward enough for learning them. Since then, she had only learned Arabic and English, both of which served her well.
"I have never been truly free," Khepri admitted. There were moments where she could almost forget that truth, but she was always reminded of the fallacy swiftly and without remorse. No longer did she dream of perfect freedom, instead settling for captivity on her own terms. That had been part of her call to the Cirque. "That is my curse. But may you find your freedom someday."
With a half-smile, she replied, "I would certainly like to think so." Indeed she was cold, but her heat lamp would solve that trifling circumstance and now with food in her belly, she had little else to worry over for the time being.
"They are fat, lazy, aggressive things. I would not stoop to call you any of those." There was a laugh in her voice. "Population control. I like that."