Under the Maltese Skies

[Loyola]

Spends a long moment silent, she has to make a choice now. Now with Claire replying she has no room to stall it or dance around it, with Charlotte pressing up more and more firmly. Her own arguments just feel like waves that are crushing against the firm rock, having only insignificant drops in the aftermath. She had no illusions of convincing Charlotte from the start, giving it a shot either way. Worthless. She would expect the royal spirit and resolved to be shaken just a little, but it remained all the same. Beautiful to observe, hard to deal with.

This, of course, conflicts with her own conflicting interests, some of which will have to be sacrificed in order to fulfill the others. Having to deal with a number of dilemmas between the loyalty to her own people and personal desires, deciding if she wants to take a huge risk for possibly no reward, maybe finding her own death on the way, she needs to decide all of this here and now, without making this long pause to last very long. Making numerous wrong decisions in the past, she wasn't brave enough to decide her fate for certain.

Her body language indicates that she's bending under pressure, as she's rubbing her palms. While the tension most of her muscles underclothes are not visible, a certain tension is clearly visible at her face that is now completely frozen and reminds of the pale mask. it eventually starts moving as Loyola finally starts speaking, it sounds to be heavy and not easy for her, but it sounds firm nevertheless and it seems like the doubts are left behind.

— I was at Belisama, this ship is a non-combat-ready husk, it is an easy target. Something heavy is needed to shield and cover it until it gets to the final destination choice. My reputation here is not the best, considering a number of incidents of me appearing hired by um--- Different organizations and ties with Gallia. There's one battlecruiser that will surely follow any order, Buenos Aires.

She wets her dry mouth with saliva, slowing it right after.

— This battlecruiser and few escort fighters are what I can promise to rally at your service and promise their absolute loyalty. I imagine that Claire will not be too happy to see me, she has received a little different treatment than you did. And I imagine that at the Hebrides you two will have more means to make me answer for the things I've done.

Enny's eyes are switching to the window for a moment, seeing that snowfall seems to be over. Things seem to be so calm and simple outside, why did she have to turn her life to this mess.

— I don't know, this might be an elegant way of me suiciding--

She said staring into the window, then turning her gaze at Charlotte again. Her eyes are wild and Charlotte would be right for questioning her sanity. But she seems to be very emotionally invested into what she was saying for it to be some sort of a mind game.

— Or can I hope for mercy?

Asking with a somewhat freaky smile, she seems to be having her way of fun with all of this, or just being desperate with something. It doesn't matter, the sanity and motives of the Outcast bіtch may be interrogated, later on, saving Claire is the only thing that matters now. Loyola was trying to guess what would be happening inside of Charlotte's head. The family comes first, it is something that Outcast noble naturally assumes.

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