((I hope it was noted that it was implied that I did wait...like, a quarter hour? Or something? ._. I hope that was implied though
Also I'll be offline until hours later! D:))
Cyra held her hands on her hips, and wondered if Ciera had an attitude, but pushed that away to her cynical side of thinking.
"Nope, I'm standing right here until you get the idea that you're under no permanent fault. Yeah, you killed a messenger probably related to Efa's tribulations, but come on. It's like you believe that 'this was the only chance' to get more help than ever, and because I broke it its all my fault! It's not like your weapon intentionally missed--that was a pretty telegraphed blow, that you...didn't mean it. Honestly."
She recalled many memories of her past here.
"I mean, really. That's the backstory to every sadness and ever regret. The fact is that you care--not that you don't care (which somehow keeps on being implied by those bards tales...), but then everything else seems to imply that you don't care, and then you think its really how everyone else thinks, and then you give up. "
Cyra looked around and noted how her voice echoed across the rocky halls, wincing slightly as she was reminded of how she speaks...pretty much like her instructor in the past. Much like an orator
"And then you would blame yourself for giving up. What I'm saying is, nobody doubts that you care, and nobody holds the idea that you...don't...not uncare! It'll be pretty much better to show you care, by sticking around to deal with this, instead of internalizing it and-...oh, say, labeling yourself because of one past misdeed.We did discover that the body wasn't the real thing. We can draw a ton of conclusions from there--like, astral projection! Like how someone can be copied if they are being...watched or known enough, somehow? Anyway, if you know more about this which makes it a really conclusive case, then speak about it in good company."
Hook...I need a hook...what's the word-argh!
"And yeah. I don't get it. I'm just a mercenary who you saved on your way to rebellion. I don't get a lot of things either my employers pay me for, or what their backstory is--but I do get that I have principles that guide me along my path, and this path you're on? It doesn't help anyone right now: I'm talking about that...thing keeping you down, and not you, of course."
A certain quip poked her side!
"Also I didn't imply you're a terrible fighter by that thing I said back there. I meant it like, it was their fault they dodged into your weapon. That, and you do need some time to mourn, so I'll keep quiet now and stand ominously by this door. Don't jump from the window."
Also I can't go anywhere else because I have nothing better to spend my time in. I've been woken up rudely an-oh hey I'm not speaking this out!