[i]Who would be pleased

We do not exist for

I am not their

Hera answered

They [b]lost[/b][/i]

“I.” Dolce blinks. “Do not love the Crystal Knight. Just to be clear.”

He takes a long sip of his tea. A long. Slow. Sip of his tea.

He continues.

“But, I’m sorry, there’s still some context I may be missing. What exactly was supposed to happen with the Royal Architect and…all of Beri, and its surrounds? Why was the Crystal Knight able to force everyone into hard labor instead? And how was…” Adjectives. Words. Many to choose from. Few that feel right. Few that can be said. Little overlap. “How did the Crystal Knight…encounter, the Dredge?”