JACE
Had she always asked so many questions? He sighed again, resisting the urger to lift his free hand and pinch the bridge of his nose. "You'll be the nice one." he said simply. Being personable really had never been Jave's strong suit, and that skill had only further atrophied while in the Eirachi's care. Bea, on the other hand, fiery as she was, certainly had better people skills than him. Moreover, as a girl...well...people were less likely to be scared of her. "What title would you want?"
He merely shrugged at her question about the family name. In truth, it meant nothing to him. His purpose was to help the Eirachi however she wished. If what Bea wanted ended up contradicting what his goddess wanted...well...he had his hands tied. He glanced at her briefly, wondering if she could figure that out on her own. Based on her facial structure, he figured she had not aged as much as he - would her youth cloud her judgement?
He merely shrugged at her question about the family name. In truth, it meant nothing to him. His purpose was to help the Eirachi however she wished. If what Bea wanted ended up contradicting what his goddess wanted...well...he had his hands tied. He glanced at her briefly, wondering if she could figure that out on her own. Based on her facial structure, he figured she had not aged as much as he - would her youth cloud her judgement?
Love is fake.
Just ask my parents.
