(Hysilens pov)

Cerydra walks with you along the path of a fogged mountain, water laying below its curved, rocky peak. She seems to be thinking about something deeply.

“Tell me, Gladiorum. When we first met, you chose to serve me after I offered. Why?”

She asks, clearly curious.

You both continue walking along the rain-soaked path.

“…When the day comes that you must decide whether to sacrifice yourself or me, I wonder what you’ll decide. I have your heart, don’t I?”

“Perhaps I am your heart.”

She smirks faintly, despite the bitter events that will certainly take place in the future.

“…I suppose I’ll have to take responsibility for breaking it, then.”