[Then as she suspected, Erim is not the first dragged to Mayfield… and from how this Felix Walken is phrasing it, she’s actually far from it.]
I… see. I’ll keep that in mind—everything, that is. I am Erim, Sinist— [Is it imperative he knows that now? she thinks to herself. And no, the silver haired female decides, it’s not; her status as a goddess is seemingly not only irrelevant here, but as of right now it does not need to be thrown out freely.]
…Forgive me. Never mind that. I am Erim. I’ll hold hope that we get along at least a bit. Felix.
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I… see. I’ll keep that in mind—everything, that is. I am Erim, Sinist— [Is it imperative he knows that now? she thinks to herself. And no, the silver haired female decides, it’s not; her status as a goddess is seemingly not only irrelevant here, but as of right now it does not need to be thrown out freely.]
…Forgive me. Never mind that. I am Erim. I’ll hold hope that we get along at least a bit. Felix.