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Verdict

Frozen replaying his words. She could indeed flee here and say it was enough. He wished to free her from this battle and give her a choice. Seeing through his actions and the eyes that were stuck behind the stone. Of a despicable man who wasn’t anything better than this advisory even himself earnestly believed. She too was stripped of her time committed from her chance to live innocently and without turmoil because of selfishness and desired greed. His sunset so hers could rise. Wasn’t ever there for her before, but now and here, even though it didn’t equate to fixing instantly. Klethera was given a glimmer of a father-figure. Broken out of her haze a visage refocused as her dangerous foe hissed. “Blasted, I missed again!” The Trade Captain failed striking true with his exceptional technique; it extracted a massive portion of aether to turn so many things into stone or curate. He couldn’t full-body petrify her anymore. Taking a better look the flamboyant Captain squinted in seeing this scurrying rescuer this additional time.

“Ahaha-ahaha!! Cat in the Hat! This is most unexpected, I didn’t think he was behind operating that plain-looking Vessel, naughty boy.” She looked sour, <What sort of bloody title is that?> thinking to herself, “Why do you know each other?” Ultimately this loudmouth would spill a yap. “This detestable swine did business with my company. Shortly after we exchanged. He deserted and soon after I was pursued and tracked by the Maelstrom and publicly seized. Of course, I was freed once noise quelled. Nothing persuades more than the flowing river of gil. Those who conqueror and rule with infamy, power, they’ve entitled shares of this world. Those weak were designed for servitude rightfully to serve their superior masters. Just like that ungrateful betraying filth in crumbles, Lambert! I took the unwanted and made them. I’m a living breathing Warrior of Light! Herald me! ~ You see, I gave them groomed success, a chance to earn their places to breathe in a taste of luxury.” Flamboyantly posing in all his exuding narcissism. Believing strongly by forcing labor on those who were poor and in shambled urchins of youth, it mattered not, these putrid pirates were the functions of the main philosophies of old. Seeing himself as somewhat a savior who did the world service. Obliviously his business associates and employers didn’t care about practices, only whether it was innately stark in value, it didn’t matter the shape or expense it came in the package. It’s why they were known as mongers, tyrants, atrocious fiends that could even dine with fellow Voidals. These were the ideologies of the Scourges. Captain Kuro once opposed but even he couldn’t bring them down. Was there no justice that existed? Constantly expecting pirates to police other pirates. Chaos and the thrill of ruling and conquering the Seas was not only these type of pirate’s ambitions but even the Maelstrom and so many others who can’t get enough. She wondered to herself what drove her own ‘Father’ to be any different. They were all wolves hiding in sheep flesh wool. Playing pretend before the easily manipulated crowd. Crooked silver-tongues. Her Pirate Huntress background was igniting and engulfing into a metaphorical searing bright flame. She’d sulk her head and walk between. Curiously the Trade Captain looked in wonder but he was regaining his lost aether and taking an opportunity in this for salvage. He was depleted and deprived but seemed she was lost and distraught, having no fight, she looked like another helpless fawn. The cretin recognized this and felt lax. “Tell you what. Destroy your little ‘hero’ for me and I’ll give you wealth beyond wealth, a recognition that’ll spawn envy, you could TAKE whatever wanted in this world, and most importantly my forgiveness for the injury you inflicted on me.” Trying to spin those intangible strings to save face. Speaking with a sensible business employer ethic the type that unfortunately is often governed in societies.