Nadia stayed silent as she thought of a response to the man’s words. What he said held a great amount of reason; and besides, Ionia had enlisted his service, he was a not a loose criminal, at least not right now.
She took a deep breath and averted her eyes away from his, as much as it pained the Ex-Summoner his words held complete validity over hers, she had already lost her first duel against him.
“I see. I guess prison suits no one and that is why you took up their offer, but still…should Ionia really be trusting you? I’m sure there are other assassins if they only look hard enough. It was quite a desperate move of them, unless they are the forgiving type.” Nadia said as she shook her head.
T H E woman’s confidence evaporated almost visibly: shocking it was, that she built up the will to speak to the virtuoso —— but the friction was not meant to last long. Her flowing words reeked of incompetence. Nadia appeared to be just a haphazardly traveler: yet, she must have been experienced, knowledgeable of culture, thus aware of the way Ionians’ policies crooked. Or rather, the way they broke.
J H I N , however, was part of the nation’s fame and he wasn’t. He formed Ionia, and Ionia formed him. The present is lived and affected, but not changed by that.
❝ I do not need this blunder of a government to trust me. ( I do not owe them, and they do not owe me. ) The cabinet is shattered, the leaders only whip their heads in directions, searching for me —— yet they FEAR of what would happen if they find me. Will they lock me up ? Pathetic. Will they put a collar on me and keep me as a last resort weapon ? It clearly didn’t work out well last time, as I see it.
T H E R E are multiple organizations investigating in this case: each have their own fantasies and goals that I’m required for. And I’m to end them all. I do not tolerate those who stand between me and my work. I’m of utmost importance: their enthusiasm towards me is flattering, not terrorizing. ❞
