homeless, not quite looking yet. I need to practice her voice big time.

[princesst]

Do you think me a fool, mundane? You expect me to play along with your sadistic puppetry? I will not squander these parts for the sake of your own entertainment. My fight for my people's freedom has not yet met triumph. You will leave me to Ivalice immediately.

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[just_a_mask_now]

Rather unacceptable to think they can just pluck us from our missions....

Do you at least have someone who could act in your stead should this insanity be allowed to pass?

[princesst]

I...

[her head falls slightly, slowly] No. I am my kingdom's only hope.

But what of you? Has your mundane kept you for so long? Surely this isn't our destiny.

[just_a_mask_now]

Shame. [It's on the tip of his tongue to say that she should have had some form of contigency planned, but what is the point to say such a thing to a stranger, to essentially scold her over what couldn't be changed now? Instead.]

And you have no allies? [Soft grunt.] If there is injustice in your world, your people will rise up on their own. Maybe not immediately, not eventually. People can only go so long tolerating oppression before they fight back.

I have not been kept long. She's keeping me in somewhat of a limbo, actually.

[Despite the public speech about spirits choosing him, Amon more believes in deciding one's own fate.]

Destiny is what we make of it.

ASHE! 8D (the princess gabs loves to hate)

[strayspride]

[ A myriad of emotions flutter across his mind, un-noted and unseen beneath his helm. She does not know of the end of her little escapade. And Noah-Gabranth-Noah is bitterly amused. He would speak, to re-assure, or to mock her, even in her triumph that will come (or, perhaps, in the failure she already knows), but she would not believe a word to come form his lips, even were they true.

He is an Archadian dog, and whether or not she knows it yet, her hunted kingslayer. Instead, he stands silently, watching. Let her move first. If his life and death have taught him anything, it is how to wat in silence. ]

Gabs? Oh my gosh I love that nickname, I haven't heard it. Heee<3!

[princesst]

You!

I call him that all the time. He doesn't like it much XD

[strayspride]

[ There may be the slightest hint of amusement in his otherwise neutral and level voice. ]

Lady Ashelia.

[ Come at him, bro. well, sis, one supposes. ]

LOL don't worry. Princess hates it when I call her Ashe Ketchum xP

[princesst]

So you were dragged along here as well, I see.

[she's a lot calmer here. A sudden realization hit her, and it's a gooder.]

XDDDDD Best. Nickname. EVER.

[strayspride]

[ Her immediate reaction is neither censorious nor adversarial. He can... attempt to reciprocate.With a deferential nod of his head, he replies. ]

Something of that nature.

[ A hestitation, as though unsure of what he is about to say, or perhaps merely choosing the right way to say it. ]

Your voiced concerns are unfounded.

[ Whether he is saying that Archadia is better for Dalmasca, that her concern is puerile and inssoufficient, or that she legitimately has no reason to be concerned is not clear. It isn't meant to be. Baby steps. ]

[onceaprince]

Any hope of returning to Ivalice - to Dalmasca - is beyond our reach.