Apocalypse

[Ramke]

The sound of a desk being slammed reverberated across the room as the Outcast said her last sentence. Claire had heard enough, and the offer of friendship made her blood boil.

"A friend? You'll consider it? You've ruined my sister's life, and now you're offering friendship?" she asked rhetorically, her voice raised. "I don't think you understand what loyalty means, nor are you an agent of the Crown if you're intentionally sabotaging the royal family and interfering with the Roi's plans. What you've just told me.. these actions would have led you to a guillotine very swiftly, and yet you dare impose conditions on me?"

In hindsight, slamming the metal desk wasn't the brightest idea that's ever crossed her mind. She fought to ignore the pain as she continued to tear into Loyola, who was slouching on the chair.

"I don't think you understand what ship we're on. I invited you here requesting help as you've sworn fealty to the Kingdom, yet you've come with nothing but disappointment and ambiguous promises. The capitaine was right, after all. It was foolish of me to think I could rely on someone who doesn't understand any Gallic virtues."

With what was pent up now fully out of her, she took a few seconds to ponder. It didn't seem like it would be reasonable to go with the woman, so the only option left was to stay the course and return to Gallia, no matter who was waiting for them.

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