empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
Her ideas are no more than sparks, potential solutions to the number of challenges she - or they, as a whole might face. And though she seems powerful, what she’s seen from the demigods on the other side makes her feel far, far too inadequate.
So she listens as the Voice outlines more than she knows about Delphia and Remi, frowning a bit. It remains throughout the explanation of how they might affect Ronin, and she takes her time responding. It would be a challenge to get something of Ronin’s, she thinks, and though she’s somewhat up for a challenge, perhaps her energy is better spent elsewhere. “I have no doubt that someday I’ll end up fighting them. Their powers - alone - scare me. Together? They’re…” Her eventual doom, though she’d likely never say it, instead settling for a little shrug.
“As much as I want to be able to say I’ve got this thing that can defeat ghostly manticores and astral projections, star explosions, or whatever, narrowing a weapons’ scope right now seems impractical.” Her fingers slide over the scale, rigid and sharp and waiting to be molded into something useful. She does love her clever tricks. And she is clever - sometimes to the point of over-complicating.
“There are a lot of ideas up here,” she says with a tap to her temple. “But I’m not sure which one is right for right now.”
So she listens as the Voice outlines more than she knows about Delphia and Remi, frowning a bit. It remains throughout the explanation of how they might affect Ronin, and she takes her time responding. It would be a challenge to get something of Ronin’s, she thinks, and though she’s somewhat up for a challenge, perhaps her energy is better spent elsewhere. “I have no doubt that someday I’ll end up fighting them. Their powers - alone - scare me. Together? They’re…” Her eventual doom, though she’d likely never say it, instead settling for a little shrug.
“As much as I want to be able to say I’ve got this thing that can defeat ghostly manticores and astral projections, star explosions, or whatever, narrowing a weapons’ scope right now seems impractical.” Her fingers slide over the scale, rigid and sharp and waiting to be molded into something useful. She does love her clever tricks. And she is clever - sometimes to the point of over-complicating.
“There are a lot of ideas up here,” she says with a tap to her temple. “But I’m not sure which one is right for right now.”
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