[ She's silent, mulling over the thought. They will assuredly need to fight again. But how much could you truly prepare? To Ilde, each fight is more a display of will than of skill. If you wished to live strongly enough, you would. If the universe's chaos was stronger than you, you died. Simple. Anarchic. She has never truly known any better, been at the whims of a cruel world a long time, where either you survived... or you did not. She supposes in a better world one could prepare... but she isn't convinced that this one is it. ]
That's admirable.
[ Is what she can think to say to that, although her incredulity is not completely hidden. ]
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That's admirable.
[ Is what she can think to say to that, although her incredulity is not completely hidden. ]