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[SeriousConcentrate]

"Duke Sepin, the war was coming sooner or later. I too am sorry that it had to be started with the death Captain Eul. I've heard that he was a hero of the people; even you, a duke, speak highly of him. But the fact remains that civil war was unavoidable. If we had sided with Eul and killed Matilda, then the war would simply have started elsewhere, and we would be targeted by the rebellion for being 'traitors'."

"There are moments in one's life where there are no good choices."

[Haspen]

"If you believe so. I shall now retreat for morning ablutions! After all, the sun is peeking shyly above the celestial boundary by now." With a twirl and a preen, he have absconded, with solemn and serious Charles walking after him.

[Blade Master Model 42]

Sheila patted Alec on the shoulder. "I'm sure she'll come around." The pirate tossed a worried glance at the corner that Ciera had disappeared behind. "Once we leave here though, try not to avoid her, okay? I think she needs you more than you need to be in top condition in front of her, okay?"

[Swordstar]

Ciera huddled further in her corner, trying to ignore the knocking. Maybe if she didn't respond, they would go away. She didn't want to deal with Sheila anymore and that was likely the only person who would have followed her. Everyone else, well... They would barely notice when she left the group. Maybe she could return and help guard Duke Yonn. But... would he want her around? Probably not... He had ordered her to stay with the group after all... Maybe... no, that wouldn't work either. She tried to think of where she could go but perhaps because of how tired she was, nothing was really coming to mind...

[Xanmyral]

"I know we can. It'll take some hard work, but I think all of us are used to that by now. If... Duke Sepin's mission goes well, we could see the end of the war very soon, actually."

[Tiruin]

Cyra rapped at the door once more.

"Ciera, when you're alright to talk, I'm open here. Just know that even those you don't know much, care for you. And probably have a plan to counter the troubles at hand."

She did not notice the last line being said out loud--it was more thinking out loud, rather.

[Powder Miner]

Efa spoke haltingly to Miguel:
:"W-- well, she i-- was my younger sister, three years younger, and... and she was always the little kid, right? We were all there in Setine after... well... ...things happened, and I thought it'd, it'd be that way forever until I went to be a merc, I... the "Morwen" said she wasn't really my sister, but she's dead anyway, and... DAMMIT! That one guy had the, the only way I was going to save the rest of my family, but-- but-- Ciera just killed him on the spot!"

[Swordstar]

"Go away. You don't get it. There's not... There's not a solution. Just... go aWAY!"

[Tiruin]

((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!

[Swordstar]

"JUST GO AWAY! I want to be left alone, just please go away."

[birdy51]

: "Hmm... There is a no telling whether a fancy-brigand like him would know anything. Frankly... I do not know if I could have stayed my hand from slaying him either."

[Powder Miner]

:"Instantly? On the spot? Before I even got to ask a QUESTION?!"

[Sirus]

: "Oh right, ya told us a bit about that mission last night. Somethin' about a sword that allows ya to be Emperor, iffen I remember right." Grifen looked up at the scholar with a mischievous grin.

: "Maybe ya should keep it for yerself instead of givin' it to the Duke. How does "Emperor Fezz" sound?"

[birdy51]

: "You have a point... Her inexperience and rashness is... Troubling. But we mustn't hold it against her."

[Tiruin]

"JUST GO AWAY! I want to be left alone, just please go away."

"Alright, alright. I'll go by and by--you won't notice me gone."

Cyra crossed her arms and leaned on the adjacent wall, practicing her disappearing skills by tapping on the wall to mimic the echo of footsteps, soon after taking a deep breath and relaxed.

She wondered if standing still, inconspicuously and indiscreet was a penchant among other mercenaries: she seemed to have passively mastered the art, given the many months prior. The only time she actually was caught (and jailed. Once.) was when she did act.

I wonder if anyone would actually follow a counter-attack or at least any counter-intelligence. That was my plan anyway.
...I wonder if Ciera remembers the note she sent me. Maybe she still feels grumpy about it because I didn't show up?