( That's what they're here for, isn't it? Benedikta snorts just the once as she takes a sip of her fresh cocktail: )
I don't give a shit about this world.
( But there's more to it than that, isn't there. In her own world Benedikta had died at the hands of Clive; discarded, used up, with no further purpose in Barnabas's sprawling scheme. If she were to return back to Valsthea it would be to nothing; she would surely cease to exist once more.
In Abraxas, on the other hand ... )
But I do not mean to die again.
( Her gaze flits to Cid, sharp and steady. )
I will survive this world by any means necessary — and I will get rid of anyone who stands in my way.
( If that means joining the efforts to save it? So be it. Benedikta has more reason than most to wish for the continued existence of this realm, and she won't see this chance slip away from her because of her own inaction. )
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( That's what they're here for, isn't it? Benedikta snorts just the once as she takes a sip of her fresh cocktail: )
I don't give a shit about this world.
( But there's more to it than that, isn't there. In her own world Benedikta had died at the hands of Clive; discarded, used up, with no further purpose in Barnabas's sprawling scheme. If she were to return back to Valsthea it would be to nothing; she would surely cease to exist once more.
In Abraxas, on the other hand ... )
But I do not mean to die again.
( Her gaze flits to Cid, sharp and steady. )
I will survive this world by any means necessary — and I will get rid of anyone who stands in my way.
( If that means joining the efforts to save it? So be it. Benedikta has more reason than most to wish for the continued existence of this realm, and she won't see this chance slip away from her because of her own inaction. )