Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160929162749/@comment-25073873-20161008091219

''Cyrodiil was not built in one day by a single man, and it is invariably easier to destroy than create. I already accepted that to repair the damage, I am almost irrelevant. Two girls cannot fix a situation which has destroyed the world's system'' thought back Illya, focusing on the sword.

''But remember, I am not just any other mortal. I am a daedra, a change maker. Thus, I will be the one who sparks the change by lighting the first spark. And this will be via eliminating the one who made this situation''

Illya seemed to smile a bit as she looked at the sword, thinking ''I wonder how you looked when you were still human, or at least when you possessed a corporeal body. Were you some withered old man, or a strapping young lad?''

It was almost like Illya forgot Ciel existed, as she finished up her mead.