[ there's something in satoko's mind that tells her that it's okay, just let her know. she's safe. you're safe. and this time, with certainty, satoko knows one thing: that voice isn't hers. but it's not something she can resist for long, she doesn't think. so she grits her teeth, and thinks her options through, and finally speaks: ]

Promise you won't speak a word of this. [ it's not even a meaningful promise. she's known this woman for a day now. but... it's something. and if she feels compelled to speak truthfully, maybe she can gamble on anna feeling the same. ] Unless you'd rather not, of course. Then we'll just forget that little slip-up ever happened in the first place.

[ anna will forget, of course. not her. she doesn't forget things so easily. ]