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"I'm quite alright, Riesbyfe." After all was said and done, the rabbit woman turned to the holy knight with a soft smile. "As fine as I can be, right now. I hope you've stayed safe?"![]()
Sadly, it seemed that death was becoming a normality among them. Two more comrades had died on their quest. Pain seized Nashetania's beating heart, and she lifted her aimless gaze upwards. Were they all at fault for letting the traitors slip by so easily? She didn't know. But it hurt, knowing that more had needlessly died. The rabbit woman moved her gaze across the sea of comrades, listening carefully as they spoke.
Nashetania leaned against the wall, sinking down to the floor as dizziness seized her once again. She remembered how this had all started--how she had insisted from the very beginning that they stay together... She covered her face with her hands. Stick together? The possibility seemed so far away now, agonizingly out of their reach.
"I..." She began steadily. "I can't vote." Her own emotional fragility surfaced, and she felt her ears burn at the thought of looking so weak. Jason had stood up for her during the beginning of this horrible adventure. It felt so wrong to sentence him to exile and death.
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"My well-being isn't too important, being that as a knight, it is my responsibility to put others before me, but yes, I am unharmed," the silver-haired maiden nodded. In truth, while she was indeed physically unharmed, she could feel the air of negativity slowly erode at her, despite what she had said to Lucio earlier.
Indeed, perhaps it was harder than one realized to practice what was preached, but she needed to press on. She'd be lying if she stated that the question of why these murderers were acting as they did was what she was more concerned of than who they were, but as a Holy Knight, she was supposed to be disciplined. Collected. Calm in the face of adversity. And with that mindset came the need to put what was, by technical standards, most important first. But even so, perhaps it was the passion that came with being a protector of people from evil that overcame her in this moment.
Riesbyfe's expression shifted from a reassuring smile to a melancholic look when Nashetania sank to the ground, as though sinking in despair. Speaking of passion, Riesbyfe couldn't help but feel a ping of what felt like an aching sensation in her heart at seeing the downcast rabbit like that. To see someone before her eyes suffer like this... As a knight, and perhaps moreso as just a person with a strong righteous sense, or so she'd describe herself, it pained her, as it did with Lucio.
Letting out a sigh, Riesbyfe ran a metallic hand through her hair, before leaning against the wall as well, standing next to Nashetania as she observed the group seem to steadily calm down and settle for who they believed the perpetrator to be.
It was quite a conundrum.
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"... Indeed, it is," Riesbyfe mumbled mostly to herself, subconsciously continuing her train of thought aloud, her words audible to Nashetania. Crossing her arms, the knight cleared her throat, before continuing talking.
"Yes, I myself find it difficult to bring myself to vote as well. On one hand, while I quite desire to ascertain who the perpetrator, or perpetrators, may be, it is difficult to imagine anyone with the desire to even do something like this, given our shared situations," she spoke, "But as much as I know it is imperative to seek them out, lest the murders like these continue until perhaps we are all dead, I feel like not even just the murders, but these... arguments, these debates... It serves to divide us. Decrease our morale. And I'd rather not add to that," Ries stated, sighing again, before looking down at Nashetania.
"But even so... I've said it many a time before, and I shall say it again. On my honor as a knight, I will protect you and those that I am able to the best of my ability. If there comes a time where you cannot trust anyone else, a time where you have lost faith in all those around you, I promise that you can trust me, for whatever it means. As I'd said earlier to Lucio, and Cullen even before, now more than ever, we need to be strong. If we stand united, boldly and proudly, against our enemy, then there is no way that we can lose."
Riesbyfe closed her eyes for a brief moment, letting out an almost bittersweet laugh, before opening them again and continuing to gaze down at Nashetania.
"Besides... Such a downcast expression does not fit a cute face such as yours."
@Mami Tomoe @CrunchyCHEEZIT
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