[ no, it isn't easy for her to see this. not only do they represent the very close shave prompto's life is, it is the picture of sick cruelty. whether on hydaelyn or eos, it seems the garleans never fail to stoop to such lows to achieve their goals. it's barbaric. she can only hope that these poor souls never woke from their slumber. ]
No, it is not weird. It is.. cruel.
[ cruel is hardly even a strong enough word. alisaie has not the poet's soul to properly weave the horror and sadness of what had happened here, what might still be happening on eos, or even on hydaelyn. how can they do it? how can they sleep at night? how can this possibly be worth achieving their goals? alisaie will never understand the minds of these sorts of men; for as hard and fiery as she can be, she could never bring herself to sow the seeds of such torment.
her grasp on his hand tightens, and she stands a little taller, breathing deeply. ]
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No, it is not weird. It is.. cruel.
[ cruel is hardly even a strong enough word. alisaie has not the poet's soul to properly weave the horror and sadness of what had happened here, what might still be happening on eos, or even on hydaelyn. how can they do it? how can they sleep at night? how can this possibly be worth achieving their goals? alisaie will never understand the minds of these sorts of men; for as hard and fiery as she can be, she could never bring herself to sow the seeds of such torment.
her grasp on his hand tightens, and she stands a little taller, breathing deeply. ]
Shall we move on?