Contemplating zodion

[searchforpeace]

I won't go.

[The tone of Mineva's voice is firm and decisive. Her expression is even set into a hard one.]

A mundane's orders mean little to a muse who won't follow them. You have yet to win my confidence or sympathy and you certainly won't with force. I refuse to go against my good senses. There is nothing in that place that I need. Logically or emotionally.

Force me. I won't go willingly.

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[searchforpeace]

[She doesn't really have a good answer for that. As hard and forthright as she can be when discussing politics, Mineva isn't very skilled at responding to much beyond the literal and logical.]

I will try.

[redcomet]

I know you will. I have faith in you.

[searchforpeace]

... Thank you.

[redcomet]

There's no need to thank me, Mineva.

[searchforpeace]

Of course there is. It's nice to know someone thinks well of me, isn't it?

[She hesitates, then glances aside.]

I'm afraid I haven't thanked as many people as I likely should have.

[As careful as she was of him earlier, she's softened a touch. Relaxed, if only a fraction.]

You were good to me when I was younger. That deserves thankfulness.

[redcomet]

[ He isn't even sure what to say to all of that. Instead, he's simply place one of his hands on her shoulders. ]

... I would remind my 'successor' that my oath to you is still valid.

[searchforpeace]

I'm glad to know that.