[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Sunny seems to take Carlyle's words on the chin, simply standing there and listening. She understands a lot of what he says is true. Perhaps her blood and her past lend her to be less trustworthy. She doesn't agree, but she understands. But then he continues. And for the first time, Sunny's face visibly contorts into a grimace. The feeling she radiates isn't anger, however.



"Sir." She begins simply. "You can refuse to listen to my words all you like. You can blame me for the death of a city I never visited, one I held no ill will for, nor knew existed until I joined this group. But I must make one thing clear to you: I am not the blasphemer here. I am not the one who spat upon my god's name for the sake of a translucent crusade. It was not by my hand that Progress was forsaken for the facade it has become now. So I will offer you some advice:"

"Either forsake your oaths, or listen to your friend and hold your tongue."