[ 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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Whenever Astoria send us, I suppose. There have only been two worlds thus far, but there appear to be month-long intervals of “rest” periods before each mission.
Yes. Astoria makes certain that we have enough resources to continually and comfortably support the amount of people who live here.
Unless, of course, you require something unusual or otherwise out of the ordinary to sustain yourself. In that case, I would ask her directly — she’s sure to help.
Using myself as an example, androids require a liquid substance called Thirium 310 to remain functioning. Colloquially, it's known as "blue blood". If I lose an inordinate amount due to injury or some other unfortunate circumstance, I would obviously have to replace what was lost.
This is something that exists in my world, but not necessarily available in the Temple. Therefore, the need to ask Astoria for assistance in fulfilling requests like these.
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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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[ She's imagining a cycle of use and recharge. ]
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Unless, of course, you require something unusual or otherwise out of the ordinary to sustain yourself. In that case, I would ask her directly — she’s sure to help.
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[ Do you eat motor oil Connor??? ]
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Using myself as an example, androids require a liquid substance called Thirium 310 to remain functioning. Colloquially, it's known as "blue blood". If I lose an inordinate amount due to injury or some other unfortunate circumstance, I would obviously have to replace what was lost.
This is something that exists in my world, but not necessarily available in the Temple. Therefore, the need to ask Astoria for assistance in fulfilling requests like these.