[That's a far easier question to answer, Connor believes.]
If you're asking whether or not I'd prefer to be back home, then yes. Of course. But as I understand it, there's little to be done about our current circumstances. I've adjusted my goals accordingly.
I did not ask your preference. I asked if being here disturbed you. Perhaps I should take from your response that, no, it does not. Now, however, I will ask why you would prefer your former inhabitance.
[A brow cinch, though it’s easily kept out of his tone.]
Maybe I require clarification. Disturb is a strong qualifier; as I said, I am bothered in the sense that it is… inconvenient, but being disturbed is something that resides beyond my programming.
[don’t u correct him, he’ll correct u right back]
I prefer my world simply because I have work that needs to be completed there. A mission that obviously cannot be tended to while we’re all here.
No, the missions I have in my mind do not require I attend to them immediately. It costs me nothing to be here, and may in fact garner unforeseen gains.
Am I not allowed to be curious? Knowing what others feel about the circumstances surrounding us is always of interest to me — especially since we’re all meant to work together.
That being said, may I ask you something about your home?
[Reclaiming a throne? That opens up all manner of follow-up questions, in which Connor hardly knows where to start. The murder part may or may not be implied — in accordance to what he knows of human history, such ambitions are often coupled with bloodied hands.]
Reclaim from whom? I’m sorry, it seems like you may have to recount your history — briefly, if you like — for me to understand the complete context.
I inherited the throne when my Lord Dreus passed. This displeased the lords of the land. I was not born to be queen, I was little more than an orphan of the war before my Lord made me a ward to him.
[ None of this is precisely untrue. It just skips the part where she was a tyrant. ]
[Connor knows that there's likely much to this story that's lacking in details. They've only just started this conversation, and she's explaining it in very broad strokes -- not that he expects otherwise, not at first.]
You must have impressed him greatly to have the throne and title passed onto you.
[But yes, he imagines that might've made a few disgruntled enemies on principle alone.]
[ She had smothered him to death. When he had grown so sallow and weak he couldn't even speak any longer, she had ended him. She had taken on the burden. She had made the choice. It was her. It was hers; the the throne was hers. ]
I was the only one who loved him that much. I carry his ashes and mourn him still; that is why I am Lady of Cinders.
That will depend upon what I find, when I return. I do not know how long it has been. If no one remembers the Lady of Cinders, I will have to find new believers in my rites.
Astoria informed me that our worlds... remain frozen, in a way, when we’re pulled from them. I don’t know how it’s possible, but if we’re to take her at her word, then things should be as you left them if and when we return.
[He cuts off his own words, as if severed by sharp edges. To know that when you return home, a prison is what's still waiting for you.
Not exactly helpful, not exactly encouraging. Goes against his personality to instill anything resembling hopelessness in a stranger, and so Connor readjusts his statement.]
Sorry. What I mean to say is... maybe your experiences here will end up aiding you whenever you return.
[ In her own way, perhaps some would prefer to assert her as a tyrant, but she could make plans, she could control forces, she could look into the skills of those around her and envision their best uses -- to her. ]
[Connor can take the helm, too, but leading was never really what he was programmed to do. Only to investigate, to put pieces together in the attempt to form a larger picture. To uncover certifiable truth amongst chaos and distraction and everything else that would veil it.]
It'll be of help, whenever and wherever our next destination will be.
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[ The most innocent of innocence. ]
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If you're asking whether or not I'd prefer to be back home, then yes. Of course. But as I understand it, there's little to be done about our current circumstances. I've adjusted my goals accordingly.
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[ Curtly. ]
I did not ask your preference. I asked if being here disturbed you. Perhaps I should take from your response that, no, it does not. Now, however, I will ask why you would prefer your former inhabitance.
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Maybe I require clarification. Disturb is a strong qualifier; as I said, I am bothered in the sense that it is… inconvenient, but being disturbed is something that resides beyond my programming.
[don’t u correct him, he’ll correct u right back]
I prefer my world simply because I have work that needs to be completed there. A mission that obviously cannot be tended to while we’re all here.
Do you feel similarly?
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[ A faint smile in her voice. ]
Does it matter to you, how I feel?
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That being said, may I ask you something about your home?
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[ She makes no comment on the rest, but she sure takes note of it, you little fucking spy. ]
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[ By which she means murder. ]
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Reclaim from whom? I’m sorry, it seems like you may have to recount your history — briefly, if you like — for me to understand the complete context.
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[ None of this is precisely untrue. It just skips the part where she was a tyrant. ]
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You must have impressed him greatly to have the throne and title passed onto you.
[But yes, he imagines that might've made a few disgruntled enemies on principle alone.]
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[ She had smothered him to death. When he had grown so sallow and weak he couldn't even speak any longer, she had ended him. She had taken on the burden. She had made the choice. It was her. It was hers; the the throne was hers. ]
I was the only one who loved him that much. I carry his ashes and mourn him still; that is why I am Lady of Cinders.
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I'm sorry for your loss.
[And he is; given the context he has to work with, Connor appears to say that sincerely enough.]
Do you have a plan of action, when it comes to reclaiming the throne? An objective like that very rarely leaves room for peaceful resolution.
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If that’s any comfort.
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[ A bemused sigh, like a mother trying not to laugh. ]
I am certain that was not the case while I was imprisoned.
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...No, it wouldn't have been. Is that the last thing you recall, before you were brought here?
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[He cuts off his own words, as if severed by sharp edges. To know that when you return home, a prison is what's still waiting for you.
Not exactly helpful, not exactly encouraging. Goes against his personality to instill anything resembling hopelessness in a stranger, and so Connor readjusts his statement.]
Sorry. What I mean to say is... maybe your experiences here will end up aiding you whenever you return.
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Yes. I hope so.
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[Connor, so utterly oblivious. Thanks for that, Ilde.]
This place will encourage you to work closely with a team. I hope that's something you can look forward to.
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[ In her own way, perhaps some would prefer to assert her as a tyrant, but she could make plans, she could control forces, she could look into the skills of those around her and envision their best uses -- to her. ]
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[Connor can take the helm, too, but leading was never really what he was programmed to do. Only to investigate, to put pieces together in the attempt to form a larger picture. To uncover certifiable truth amongst chaos and distraction and everything else that would veil it.]
It'll be of help, whenever and wherever our next destination will be.
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[ How long did she have to acclimate herself to... existing. ]
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