[ alisaie listens carefully, though it is not so hard to follow, in truth. powerful empires hell-bent on taking the world for themselves are hardly anything new to her, and much of what prompto says rings quite familiar. a tale as old as time.
but surely he must be going somewhere, with this. she can piece much of it together from the patchwork knowledge she has about his world, but the picture becomes far clearer once the missing pieces begin to fit themselves into place. still.. she cannot yet see the end result, whatever point he he drawing toward. was he a member of this empire? did he mayhaps kill others, before turning his back on them?
no, that cannot be right.. he is still so young. how could that be?
best not to get ahead of herself. alisaie refocuses her gaze on his profile again. ]
I should think not.
[ but she will ask no questions, not yet, not until he is finished. ]
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but surely he must be going somewhere, with this. she can piece much of it together from the patchwork knowledge she has about his world, but the picture becomes far clearer once the missing pieces begin to fit themselves into place. still.. she cannot yet see the end result, whatever point he he drawing toward. was he a member of this empire? did he mayhaps kill others, before turning his back on them?
no, that cannot be right.. he is still so young. how could that be?
best not to get ahead of herself. alisaie refocuses her gaze on his profile again. ]
I should think not.
[ but she will ask no questions, not yet, not until he is finished. ]