[Ludger looks serious, so Cantarella matches her energy. She steeples her fingers together and leans forward against her elbows, bracing herself as if there were a business deal under discussion.]
What an interesting question. Is there something you aren't asking?
[She'll let him sit with that question in response for a moment while her own answer conjures itself.]
I believe I must have immunity to the infection for a reason, all things being "put into place" as they were. I've also never liked to follow a path that tramples over others with no regard for their lives. This is a cycle I want to see broken permanently.
... How my life has been for a very long time already and will continue to be when I return to my home.
[Cantarella says this matter-of-factly, though her voice is soft with understanding. She knows that he is concerned about her, and there are parts of this plan that feel too self-important and full of hallucinatory grandeur to her, too.]
The Threnodian Leviathan whispers in the minds and dreams of every Fisalia, the head most of all, until they are eroded completely by its dark deception.
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Of course, Ludger. I always have time for you.
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Are you sure this- sealing Magi's infection- is what you want to do, or is this what you feel obligated to do?
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[She'll let him sit with that question in response for a moment while her own answer conjures itself.]
I believe I must have immunity to the infection for a reason, all things being "put into place" as they were. I've also never liked to follow a path that tramples over others with no regard for their lives. This is a cycle I want to see broken permanently.
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[ he ignores her prompting to instead push ahead with his own questions ]
Cantarella, if you end up on guard against your own thoughts for the rest of your life... That's...
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[Cantarella says this matter-of-factly, though her voice is soft with understanding. She knows that he is concerned about her, and there are parts of this plan that feel too self-important and full of hallucinatory grandeur to her, too.]
The Threnodian Leviathan whispers in the minds and dreams of every Fisalia, the head most of all, until they are eroded completely by its dark deception.