I knock on your door, meeting your eyes upon its opening. My own eyes narrow.

...sorry. I needed to get away from... all that, "monarch." Still can't believe that's what you'll be. Look. I have no problems helping your cause, but it's my choice to do so.

I step inside, shutting the door behind me with a bit of force, sighing out of frustration.

I followed enough orders whilst under the Triumvirate. Joining you and your army — I thought I'd finally be a free man.

I mean. I guess I am. Ignore me, I'm just complaining. I shrug before beginning to walk around your room.

Though... you're the only person who lets me do what I want. That's why I like you. I wince at my own words. No orders. No keeping me at arm's length. It annoys me. Why you?

No matter. I inhale and exhale, the Blade of Exodus by your bed catching my eye. We need to talk. About the Triumvirate. About the Monarchy. You can't be like them. You're better. And it all starts with the battle tomorrow.