Masks 2

Nimue pushes a few bangs out of her eyes.

"Sounds like yer occupied with relitigatin' a whole lotta shite from the past that I was nae here fer. Cannae say whether or not ye were right tae flood Texas, or whether or not ye should have stopped all this 'fore it got so out of hand. If ye'd asked my stupid ass a few months back, I would have given a resounding 'aye' tae the first one, and an even dumber 'they will'' tae the second. Shite just ain't that simple, is it? All of you couldn't come up with anything different back in the day, maybe, an' you couldn't come up with anything fer the megacorps at all, but yer not all there is now. Things have changed; there're people out here who've learn't from you, successes and mistakes, an' who are willing tae fight fer somethin' different."

She straightens out her domino mask, standing up straighter. Gotta use her best, most practiced heroic pose. "The heroes o' my youth had nary a plan when things got real and proper fucked, an' I have nae got a plan either - just a few values I'm gonna stick tae. Stuff like happiness, and friendship, and givin' a shite about people - real pie-in-the-sky, aye. And of all those values, I just do nae see a place where 'bowin' tae a scaly fish god and tae hell with those who bleed along the way' can fit in with those."