[ Frankly Himeka isn't sure why this memory of all her memories is showing...it isn't something she's thought about in any great detail in a while, knowing how it all goes. (That isn't how the Echo is supposed to work. Something is wrong.) But even given the gravity of the situation, she cannot help but offer her friends a wry, if tired smile in response. ]
It did seem too convenient, but I was really too shocked to really dwell on it.
[ The image of Nanamo on the ground begins to fade as the scene shifts. Himeka's hands are bound behind her back as she's ferried into a great room, flanked by the guards who had arrested her. ]
I'm supposed to be a Healer...why didn't I react?
[ Naive. Foolish. She knew why--she was used to healing in battle and she enjoyed doing it, enjoyed the thrill and adrenaline of being in battle against strange creatures and Primals. But when it really mattered...she couldn't do anything.
The great doors open and Himeka is thrown to the floor--It looks as if they have interrupted a political gathering of some sort. The party mood is ruined as the accusations ring out to the halls. They have "proof" that had been planted, actually of her own trusting nature in accepting items from strangers. But it doesn't stop there--the man who clearly orchestrated this goes on to accuse Himeka's colleagues of a grand conspiracy to undermine not just the nation of Ul'dah, but their allies as well.
The other Scions are aghast as the Sultana's right-hand man and General shouts out in agony at the fallen monarch.
Himeka--the current Himeka--shakes her head.
Again, her younger self only sits on the floor, her head snapping back and forth between all who speak. But she doesn't speak up for herself--not even once. ]
I didn't have much of a head for politics. I hadn't thought about the implications of helping specific members of government while ignoring others. Mayhaps if I'd paid more attention, I would have seen this coming.
[ But likely not, she thinks. Himeka doesn't consider herself a strategist despite how often she has to employ it in the moment.
Forcing a wider smile, she turns her attention away from the memories and towards the other two, the real people in front of her. ]
Don't worry, this isn't the last time I've been involved in the overturning of an antiquated government or accused of killing the figurehead and made it out.
[ The smile fades just a bit as her gaze doesn't focus on either one of them in particular--some point between them in the distance of the manufactured hall. ]
...I cannot say the same for all of my comrades, of course.
[ People she does feel responsible for. Her eyes flick back to the blonde-haired woman with the side braid. ]
--I'd understand if this makes it...difficult to share living space.
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It did seem too convenient, but I was really too shocked to really dwell on it.
[ The image of Nanamo on the ground begins to fade as the scene shifts. Himeka's hands are bound behind her back as she's ferried into a great room, flanked by the guards who had arrested her. ]
I'm supposed to be a Healer...why didn't I react?
[ Naive. Foolish. She knew why--she was used to healing in battle and she enjoyed doing it, enjoyed the thrill and adrenaline of being in battle against strange creatures and Primals. But when it really mattered...she couldn't do anything.
The great doors open and Himeka is thrown to the floor--It looks as if they have interrupted a political gathering of some sort. The party mood is ruined as the accusations ring out to the halls. They have "proof" that had been planted, actually of her own trusting nature in accepting items from strangers. But it doesn't stop there--the man who clearly orchestrated this goes on to accuse Himeka's colleagues of a grand conspiracy to undermine not just the nation of Ul'dah, but their allies as well.
The other Scions are aghast as the Sultana's right-hand man and General shouts out in agony at the fallen monarch.
Himeka--the current Himeka--shakes her head.
Again, her younger self only sits on the floor, her head snapping back and forth between all who speak. But she doesn't speak up for herself--not even once. ]
I didn't have much of a head for politics. I hadn't thought about the implications of helping specific members of government while ignoring others. Mayhaps if I'd paid more attention, I would have seen this coming.
[ But likely not, she thinks. Himeka doesn't consider herself a strategist despite how often she has to employ it in the moment.
Forcing a wider smile, she turns her attention away from the memories and towards the other two, the real people in front of her. ]
Don't worry, this isn't the last time I've been involved in the overturning of an antiquated government or accused of killing the figurehead and made it out.
[ The smile fades just a bit as her gaze doesn't focus on either one of them in particular--some point between them in the distance of the manufactured hall. ]
...I cannot say the same for all of my comrades, of course.
[ People she does feel responsible for. Her eyes flick back to the blonde-haired woman with the side braid. ]
--I'd understand if this makes it...difficult to share living space.
[ She tends to attract trouble. ]