The way the air seems to suddenly become even colder isn't lost on Anastasia, though she is plenty lost enough in her own thoughts to be oblivious as to the reason why. A small shiver runs down her spine as she finds herself shuffling just slightly closer to that hint of Grace in the middle of the room, a tiny beacon of warmth.
Underneath her helmet her gaze turns to watch Renna's face closely, turning that question over in her head. So far there have been few willing to openly trust or work with her, indeed, given her lack of reputation her only saving grace thus far has seemed to be her continued ability to behold the so-called Guidance. She would be flatly lying if she claimed to not be at least somewhat wary of Renna's true intentions, but... she did help her before did she not? Her gift had proven most useful already and no doubt would continue to be so.
"... I guess I see no reason not to, I'd say I'm wary of your intentions but it isn't as though there are any at the Roundtable I would be any quicker to trust. And if nothing else, you've made for far more polite company thus far, so why not?" There's a hint of amusement in her own tone before she leans back in her seat, visibly relaxing into the worn wood as she thinks back over what brought her here.
"They've said if I prove myself by felling one of the Shardbearers, I'll earn the right to behold the wisdom of the Two Fingers, but..." Absentmindedly her hand wanders down to the sigil at her belt, pulling it free and turning the Two Finger symbol over in a gloved hand. "... that's not the reason I'm here. There's a girl I met, all she could do was try to muster her bravery to walk in here and meet her end and she just seemed so... so hopeless. And the Roundtable isn't much better, is it?"
By now she's more thinking out loud than actually speaking directly to Renna, a fair bit has been bottled up within her, more than she's cared to admit to most. Her hand clenches into a fist, the leather binding the gauntlet together stretching as her hand tightens around that symbol of power, just the faintest hint of warmth emanating from her hand. It isn't belief in the Two Fingers, or in the Golden Order or any of that driving her in this mission. "Nobody... nobody's trying to do anything about this. About any of this! Everywhere I look there's not a scrap of hope to be found, not a single damned thing to look up to and the closest thing to a power in charge hunts us Tarnished down to graft them to himself, because that's what passes for a royal?!"
Until here the young Tarnished has done a good job hiding her emotions, but in a rare chance to actually speak her mind about her intent she cannot help but let her inner anger show, the fire burning within her that's driven her to try to lay low a Demigod. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, her hand remains clenched white-knuckled as her voice lowers again into an even tone. "I don't know anything about the Two Fingers, or Order or about the Erdtree. But I do know one thing... no matter how much I wish it so, some knight in shining armor isn't going to come from above to make things right. So I'm not going to wait for one, I'm going to kill Godrick with my own hands. What's left of this place deserves better."
Even with her helmet obscuring her features the fire in her eyes could very nearly be felt in the air of the room, contrasting the ice cold mist from Renna's presence.
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Underneath her helmet her gaze turns to watch Renna's face closely, turning that question over in her head. So far there have been few willing to openly trust or work with her, indeed, given her lack of reputation her only saving grace thus far has seemed to be her continued ability to behold the so-called Guidance. She would be flatly lying if she claimed to not be at least somewhat wary of Renna's true intentions, but... she did help her before did she not? Her gift had proven most useful already and no doubt would continue to be so.
"... I guess I see no reason not to, I'd say I'm wary of your intentions but it isn't as though there are any at the Roundtable I would be any quicker to trust. And if nothing else, you've made for far more polite company thus far, so why not?" There's a hint of amusement in her own tone before she leans back in her seat, visibly relaxing into the worn wood as she thinks back over what brought her here.
"They've said if I prove myself by felling one of the Shardbearers, I'll earn the right to behold the wisdom of the Two Fingers, but..." Absentmindedly her hand wanders down to the sigil at her belt, pulling it free and turning the Two Finger symbol over in a gloved hand. "... that's not the reason I'm here. There's a girl I met, all she could do was try to muster her bravery to walk in here and meet her end and she just seemed so... so hopeless. And the Roundtable isn't much better, is it?"
By now she's more thinking out loud than actually speaking directly to Renna, a fair bit has been bottled up within her, more than she's cared to admit to most. Her hand clenches into a fist, the leather binding the gauntlet together stretching as her hand tightens around that symbol of power, just the faintest hint of warmth emanating from her hand. It isn't belief in the Two Fingers, or in the Golden Order or any of that driving her in this mission. "Nobody... nobody's trying to do anything about this. About any of this! Everywhere I look there's not a scrap of hope to be found, not a single damned thing to look up to and the closest thing to a power in charge hunts us Tarnished down to graft them to himself, because that's what passes for a royal?!"
Until here the young Tarnished has done a good job hiding her emotions, but in a rare chance to actually speak her mind about her intent she cannot help but let her inner anger show, the fire burning within her that's driven her to try to lay low a Demigod. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, her hand remains clenched white-knuckled as her voice lowers again into an even tone. "I don't know anything about the Two Fingers, or Order or about the Erdtree. But I do know one thing... no matter how much I wish it so, some knight in shining armor isn't going to come from above to make things right. So I'm not going to wait for one, I'm going to kill Godrick with my own hands. What's left of this place deserves better."
Even with her helmet obscuring her features the fire in her eyes could very nearly be felt in the air of the room, contrasting the ice cold mist from Renna's presence.