At least, according to the law of convergence and divergence, which I constantly remind myself of.
— A nomad by nature? I can understand the romance of such a lifestyle. I myself loved setting increasingly ambitious goals for myself, which I strove to overcome. Even before the events in my homeland, I aimed to become a Legate. This is, in a way, the elite of the elite among the Inquisitors. These are lone agents who are sent on the most dangerous missions. I even tried to develop some special technique based on a number of assumptions to impress the instructors.
— I didn't have many friends, but I had a very good friend. I miss her, but she disappeared even before I arrived here. I miss the empire that accepted me. The capital of this empire, Reim, and its streets. The culture and architecture. This place has become my new home, for which I am ready to give my life, — the Tanarsian's memories flashed before her eyes, the events of the last Reimean months and the growing tension, — but now I am here. This is my new home, even though I have to hide my alien nature. Besides... as I mentioned once, the woman I worked for, Sonata Reim, also ended up here. I would like to meet her. To talk about this and that. Just to thank her for everything. Perhaps to reminisce about the past. Especially on the eve of a conflict with Nephiria, the consequences of which are unknown.
A look out the window, then at Alaria, directly into her eyes, a very attentive look.
-- It seems you're tired, look, your little vessel has burst? Or am I just imagining things? Well, if there are no more questions for now, then you can go to sleep.)