Apocalypse

[Loyola]

Enma leans down into the chair, this captain, that's something. Loyola is keeping calm, but something is not letting her feel fully comfortable. Maybe it's about this suicide runner who can hold her at the ship even under a threat of her being destroyed by the Outcasts before it reaches the gates. The whole idea coming in alone was to flex and demonstrate full domination, but there's something she doesn't like about this. Anyway, these speeches are something that she meets with various ways of grimacing. Not counting constant sighs and raising eyebrows.

And Claire already said that he doesn't anyone else to die here, but oh well, this guy is certainly the candidate. Once he's turning back at her, there's a high chance of this turn of events. Enma is quite sick of this Gallic shit, it's still being quite humiliating while she still fails to see something that would even benefit her eventually. Anyway, she would play with her pocket device a little until they finished.

Enma then finally turns at the captain, yawns before speaking, which makes the first few words to sound incredibly low.

— As I said, I am not going to convince you. Nor I take orders from you. As for Council saboteur, it's you who is leading her highness, this ship, and the crew to be detained by the Council. So I wonder... Anyway, I am here as a servant of Her Highness and my duty is to keep her safe and alive. I have a little care about other people on this ship, but there's no reason for them to die so aimlessly in my opinion. But they may as well if people who are responsible for their lives so desire.

Loyola brings her foot down at the floor, seemingly getting ready to stand up and to make her final statements, at it seems a lot like a time waste. Now she thinks if other Gallic officers are like that, then there's little wonder about them losing the war. Such an anti-pragmatic mentality and complete belief in their own powers like this captain have is quite a combination. Enma is looking at Claire before proceeding.

— It's all your decision, I see no reason for participating in this conversation any further. I will be leaving in a few hours. Captain, take those hours to possibly reconsider. I see no reason to work at any actual plans before there's a decision to cancel this operation and captain himself starts caring for things.

Enma stands up, slowly, offering her hand to Claire, offering her to join her in leaving this somehow pointless from the start meeting.

— Your Highness, we have some things to talk about in private. Would you be so kind?

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