I put a hand to my chin, deep in thought, glancing at the Blade of Exodus beside your legs as we converse in your room.

...you know, you're really going to end up as the monarch once this battle is over. Ruling over Alestia... I just... can't believe we're here already.

I just...

What if you're not respected? Will you... work hard to earn it, or demand it through fear?