[They've both got pasts to be bitter about it, it seems. She eyes him as they walk, catching his eye and his question in the same moment. She turns over her answer for a few long strides, lingering paranoia and distrust warring with the need to build trust, the understanding that, if they're going to stand any chance of survival, they need allies.
It's not about sides, it's about surviving. And Noctis has a decent head on his shoulders...Hell with it.]
There were six of us before I was brought here. Our mission was to destroy our home. We chose a different path. We chose to destroy the fal'Cie and give Cocoon back to the people.
[Jury's still out on if they'd succeed or die trying, but just saying it should make her stance plenty clear: she's not here to take orders from the faction leads. Never has been, never will.]
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[They've both got pasts to be bitter about it, it seems. She eyes him as they walk, catching his eye and his question in the same moment. She turns over her answer for a few long strides, lingering paranoia and distrust warring with the need to build trust, the understanding that, if they're going to stand any chance of survival, they need allies.
It's not about sides, it's about surviving. And Noctis has a decent head on his shoulders...Hell with it.]
There were six of us before I was brought here. Our mission was to destroy our home. We chose a different path. We chose to destroy the fal'Cie and give Cocoon back to the people.
[Jury's still out on if they'd succeed or die trying, but just saying it should make her stance plenty clear: she's not here to take orders from the faction leads. Never has been, never will.]