![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Sup dear_mun. There is a young woman in a white half-cape, armed with daggers at her belt. When she speaks, it is in a heavily accented voice:]
Are you certain this is wise? My place is at Vie de Marli, protecting my island. I do not wish to be removed from there.
Neither do I wish to be treated like... [She pauses, hesitating on the word--] a puppet. My will is my own. You already play one of the sons of Sparda, do you not? I am not needed.
...Still... [She pauses, looking down at a coin in her hand thoughtfully.] If I can see him again...
Are you certain this is wise? My place is at Vie de Marli, protecting my island. I do not wish to be removed from there.
Neither do I wish to be treated like... [She pauses, hesitating on the word--] a puppet. My will is my own. You already play one of the sons of Sparda, do you not? I am not needed.
...Still... [She pauses, looking down at a coin in her hand thoughtfully.] If I can see him again...