You are all far too comfortable here.
[Seviilia is sitting in the outlands peering down at her tablet almost lazily as she rolls ice over a rock in her hand.]
Talk of self-governing bodies and other such things that suggest longevity. [She had opted out of the survey for this reason.] We exist in a rebel compound in a world tangled in war, where everyone is on the opposing side. A war that you all were conscripted for without your say-so. A war that has most likely taken you from those you love, a family, an agenda of some sort, all for strangers who expect foreigners to erect defenses for them.
[She frowns a little too harshly. Its been days since she had blooded anything, and it seems to be getting the better of her temper and tone. Her words are clipped and barbed.]
I am still keeping count of the days that pass between bombings, you know. And you, Exsilium? Or shall we continue to sit around and bask in the sunlight until they come and knock upon the Initiative's door once more? Perhaps run some more errands until they deem a proper opportunity for us to strike back?
[Seviilia's eyelids lower.]
They could do with cleaning the land up a bit, if they're good for nothing else. Perhaps grow and ferment something strong enough to win a battle against my liver with the clean soil.
[Seviilia is sitting in the outlands peering down at her tablet almost lazily as she rolls ice over a rock in her hand.]
Talk of self-governing bodies and other such things that suggest longevity. [She had opted out of the survey for this reason.] We exist in a rebel compound in a world tangled in war, where everyone is on the opposing side. A war that you all were conscripted for without your say-so. A war that has most likely taken you from those you love, a family, an agenda of some sort, all for strangers who expect foreigners to erect defenses for them.
[She frowns a little too harshly. Its been days since she had blooded anything, and it seems to be getting the better of her temper and tone. Her words are clipped and barbed.]
I am still keeping count of the days that pass between bombings, you know. And you, Exsilium? Or shall we continue to sit around and bask in the sunlight until they come and knock upon the Initiative's door once more? Perhaps run some more errands until they deem a proper opportunity for us to strike back?
[Seviilia's eyelids lower.]
They could do with cleaning the land up a bit, if they're good for nothing else. Perhaps grow and ferment something strong enough to win a battle against my liver with the clean soil.
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