[His words had her roll her eyes briefly. Given to whim, wanting to handle her like a doll or no...in some ways, he is a child. Clearly all he wants, he wants it now, at least where she is concerned. Foolish, foolish man.

All because he wants to play with her, out of concern for her being perhaps. Sion was truly...something else.

But she allowed this so he wouldn't bother her with his sulk, enjoyable as it would be to watch. But she ends up crying out in surprise, a gasp of all things!

And they move higher and higher, far enough away that without mana, they would surely be crushed. The very thought of it...it was a death wish, to be certain, but there was a part of it that wanted to see it. Thankfully, he distracted her with his question.]

This world...

[She considers the question seriously. But then, she is a somber person in the first place.]

Nothing is what it seems. We're being used as the pawns we're named, in a war we know nothing about. We hear how wonderful Blanc is supposed to be, how wicked Noir is. However...nothing is ever so simple. Such things are children's stories.