[ To Jill, it seems that there are holes in Clive's plan as well, but she is hesitant to speak about his plan so plainly, as she has no plans for herself at all. So, using the mildest tone that she can manage, she asks: ]
And what will I do there once we've arrived in the South? What will you do then? I can't imagine traveling that far away from everything is really what you wish to do.
[ Her gaze shifts as does her posture, as if she wants to turn so that she might see his face. At the last second, however, she pauses, because perhaps he should not see hers. She's changed in the years since he saw her last, and she can imagine she might not be someone he wishes to look upon. ]
Perhaps a sort of exile is what I deserve. I believe I deserve a harsher fate, but exile would be a kindness.
[ She pauses at the statement that his orders did not come from the Holy See, or the Knights, or one of the great houses. Of course that means that his orders came from elsewhere, but she wonders who or what did the ordering. ]
I would ask what you have experienced, Clive, but I am well aware that I am not owed an answer. I- it is enough to know that you are alive, and if not entirely well, at least you are standing.
[ For her, she believes that Eorzea would have lost someone great if Clive ceased to walk among them, so she is relieved that he still does. She cannot be sure what his future holds, but it has to be more than this. It has to be better than this. ]
I suppose you have given this all some thought, but I still cannot see what the greater plan is. But- I trust you, and I believe that whatever you have planned, it is far better than any alternative.
[ Her tone of voice warms slightly then, and her eyes soften, but she isn't sure if he notices or if he is even looking at her. ]
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And what will I do there once we've arrived in the South? What will you do then? I can't imagine traveling that far away from everything is really what you wish to do.
[ Her gaze shifts as does her posture, as if she wants to turn so that she might see his face. At the last second, however, she pauses, because perhaps he should not see hers. She's changed in the years since he saw her last, and she can imagine she might not be someone he wishes to look upon. ]
Perhaps a sort of exile is what I deserve. I believe I deserve a harsher fate, but exile would be a kindness.
[ She pauses at the statement that his orders did not come from the Holy See, or the Knights, or one of the great houses. Of course that means that his orders came from elsewhere, but she wonders who or what did the ordering. ]
I would ask what you have experienced, Clive, but I am well aware that I am not owed an answer. I- it is enough to know that you are alive, and if not entirely well, at least you are standing.
[ For her, she believes that Eorzea would have lost someone great if Clive ceased to walk among them, so she is relieved that he still does. She cannot be sure what his future holds, but it has to be more than this. It has to be better than this. ]
I suppose you have given this all some thought, but I still cannot see what the greater plan is. But- I trust you, and I believe that whatever you have planned, it is far better than any alternative.
[ Her tone of voice warms slightly then, and her eyes soften, but she isn't sure if he notices or if he is even looking at her. ]