[ They (mercifully) keep their pessimistic thoughts regarding what they can build here trapped in the confines of their own mind. Thinking about the factions makes them uneasy - they don't immediately see a place for themself among either of them, so what could they really build here? Maybe it's that lack of a vision that has them surrendering more to Zenith, not because they really want to believe in it, but because... at least then, they'd have a goal. When he crouches down, they meet his eyes warily. ]
...Crona. [ It takes them a second for them to answer, but they eventually do, giving him their name with a small nod of their head. ] I'm a sword meister.
[ That title had always been nailed on whenever they'd had to introduce themself previously— it just comes out before they overthink it too much. After realizing what they've said, they're torn between wanting to come off as non-threatening as possible so long as they're still robbed of their unnatural strength, and wanting to not seem entirely pathetic to this person. Will it be okay, to reveal it? It's not like they have anything to fight with at present, anyway, so it is what it is, whatever his reaction will be.
But as soon as that thought crosses their mind, inwardly, they feel a bit more pressure to regain their strength any way they can. Collecting innocent souls again if they have to, if it's the only path to do so. Darkly, they wonder if they're being hypocritical, in their nervousness in dealing with him: they'd be doing the same thing he's planning on, even if it's without the same motive behind it.
Best to just not think about it. ]
The truth is, there's someone who should have been saved, instead of me. If I could help her, then... [ They trail off. That would make aligning themself with Zenith worth it, they think. ] Do you mind? If I ask if you have something like that? And for your name...
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...Crona. [ It takes them a second for them to answer, but they eventually do, giving him their name with a small nod of their head. ] I'm a sword meister.
[ That title had always been nailed on whenever they'd had to introduce themself previously— it just comes out before they overthink it too much. After realizing what they've said, they're torn between wanting to come off as non-threatening as possible so long as they're still robbed of their unnatural strength, and wanting to not seem entirely pathetic to this person. Will it be okay, to reveal it? It's not like they have anything to fight with at present, anyway, so it is what it is, whatever his reaction will be.
But as soon as that thought crosses their mind, inwardly, they feel a bit more pressure to regain their strength any way they can. Collecting innocent souls again if they have to, if it's the only path to do so. Darkly, they wonder if they're being hypocritical, in their nervousness in dealing with him: they'd be doing the same thing he's planning on, even if it's without the same motive behind it.
Best to just not think about it. ]
The truth is, there's someone who should have been saved, instead of me. If I could help her, then... [ They trail off. That would make aligning themself with Zenith worth it, they think. ] Do you mind? If I ask if you have something like that? And for your name...