Chapter 9: Consent Privilege
Inheritance
Consent was the one thing no one could fake for long, yet everyone pretended to understand. From her earliest days in Leah training, Kellyanna knew the difference between “given” and “granted,” between choice and compliance. The world loved to say everyone had agency—but the truth was written in the rules, the rituals, the punishments.
Leora clan initiates inherited a birthright of unburdened yes: the ability to choose their bonds, their lovers, their fates, and their exits. They moved through the world untracked, their permissions presumed, their refusals honored. Their mistakes were lessons, not sentences. Their boundaries—when spoken—became law.
But Leahs learned otherwise. Their consent was conditional, a privilege granted by elders, teams, or councils. Safety came with surveillance, comfort with constraint. To say no was to invite suspicion; to say yes too often was to risk erasure. Leahs were protected—so the story went—but it was a protection bought by sacrificing the right to decide, to stray, to refuse.
The Spectrum
Consent was never just a switch. It was a spectrum, a thousand shades of maybe and not yet, of longing and reluctance and learned silence. For Kellyanna, it became a study in pattern recognition: the friend whose laughter sounded forced, the operative whose new romance felt like a command, the teammate who kept checking the door before speaking.
In Leah spaces, consent was discussed but rarely enacted. Assignments were given, pairings arranged, exits monitored. “For your own good” was the refrain. Sometimes it was true, sometimes not. Some learned to thrive in the safety net. Others, like Kellyanna, felt the cage tighten with every well-meaning intervention.
Lessons in Complicity
Kellyanna could not escape her privilege as someone who crossed—sometimes with permission, sometimes without. She had watched lovers lose agency after a single rumor. She had witnessed initiates punished for refusing a sanctioned bond. She had heard the word “crazy” whispered as a curse, always about those who resisted the hierarchy of yes and no.
She had benefited, too. Her ability to cross without being caught gave her the chance to rescue, to sabotage, to save others. But it also made her complicit. Every time she slipped through a corridor denied to others, she felt the weight of those left behind.
Family Frequency
There were family stories she rarely told. Her brother, born with every privilege of a Gray but no freedom to choose whom to trust. Her mother, Blue to the bone, who taught Kellyanna how to sense danger but never how to say no to it. Her own first bond, forged not from love or choice, but because an elder needed a “peer instructor” and no one else was “safe” enough.
She remembered the night a new initiate came to her in tears—denied a transfer to Lilith, branded as “unfit for independence.” The initiate’s crime? Saying no at the wrong time to the wrong person. Kellyanna did what she could, but the walls held. That was the lesson: in Leah, consent was only real when it aligned with the clan’s needs.
The Performance of Choice
Leoras, for all their freedom, performed consent too. In their world, “no” was always allowed, but “yes” was often expected. Refusal could mean exile—not by rule, but by culture. They envied Leahs for their nests, their predictability, their guarantees. They mocked constraint, but sometimes Kellyanna wondered if they ever truly rested.
In mixed spaces, Kellyanna saw it play out—Leah initiates bracing for the rules, Leora ones bracing for loneliness. The currency was consent, but the exchange rate changed with every crossing.
The Reckoning
Consent privilege was rarely acknowledged, never named aloud. Kellyanna began to challenge it: asking permission, documenting choices, refusing to move without a spoken yes. Sometimes it caused friction. Sometimes it saved lives.
She wrote field notes for herself and her team: • Ask, even when you know the answer. • Say no, and honor it—especially when it’s inconvenient. • Refuse to pass as “one of them” if it means erasing someone else’s boundaries. • Never assume consent is permanent. It expires, it changes, it demands attention.
These were small acts of rebellion, but they mattered. Kellyanna’s example rippled outward, slow and subtle, changing the Railroad one conversation at a time.
Endnote
Consent privilege was as real as any corridor. It shaped lives, set the limits of suffering, decided who could escape and who had to stay. Some would never see it, too blinded by the story of safety or freedom. Others, like Kellyanna, carried both the privilege and the ache, always watching for the line between yes and no, always ready to say: I see you. I hear your no. I won’t cross without you.
To be continued…
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