[Cantarella smiles in return, though she isn't looking up. It can be heard in her voice.]
And I daresay you always had your feet on the ground...almost always, anyway. [She has not forgotten the story of Y'shtola's childish incantations. But Cantarella, in turn, was more of a dreamer. She was already on the border well before her Forte ever woke.
Her voice rolls gently.] I watched my parents deteriorate before my eyes, before I even had the words for it, upholding their fate as the glory and privilege of belonging to our family.
Which has no doubt only fueled your own anxieties.
[ It would affect nearly anyone, after all. ]
I consider myself lucky enough to not carry such a deep burden, and of those burdens I have held on my shoulders, my comrades on my star have done more than enough to endure them with me.
[Of course, she also knows her parents grew wan at the thought of sending her away, fragile and meek as she was, likely to die in the basement of Porto-Veno.]
No doubt the lifting is easier when the weight is shared.
[Y'shtola should also remember, however, that Cantarella once told her that the dark secrets of her family condemn anyone who hears them.]
I, too, hope that I've found someone I can trust with them...a person of singular strength and character. With their help, perhaps my entire family can be free of what's bound them for centuries. [She hums.] Like you, they're quite stubborn and prefer to do things their own way.
Maybe. [She hardly knows the Rover, and yet she's been surprised more than once already.]
It was a great risk, exposing them to the Sentinel's true form and Leviathan's influence. But they have already aided one Sentinel... In a way, it was my last resort to ask them for help, and my good fortune that they crossed my path when they did.
[When it comes to matters of fate, Cantarella is defiant as they come, but deep down, she cannot deny its existence—that forces conspire both to push and pull, capricious as the stormy sea.
It is unspoken that some fortune, twisted as it might be, also led them all here. After all, they met by chance, too. She cannot help but see the small lights in the darkness, like finding a guide when lost or sharing a drink with a friend.]
If in the end, they judge the rot as having spread to me... Then that's a judgment I will also accept.
... I can't even guarantee how much of the Sentinel remains. [What she fights to liberate may be only the tiniest of remnants. When all is said and done, all that remains may fade away on the breeze.
And yet it must be done. For the sake of Impertor's will, for her family, and for all of Rinascita.]
The previous Heads went to great lengths to uphold their devotion, often at the expense of a great many necessary sacrifices. Their methods are not mine. [She looks down at her hands, giving them a flex as a reminder that she can, even when she feels completely out of control.] Perhaps after everything is done, we will all be free.
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And I daresay you always had your feet on the ground...almost always, anyway. [She has not forgotten the story of Y'shtola's childish incantations. But Cantarella, in turn, was more of a dreamer. She was already on the border well before her Forte ever woke.
Her voice rolls gently.] I watched my parents deteriorate before my eyes, before I even had the words for it, upholding their fate as the glory and privilege of belonging to our family.
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[ It would affect nearly anyone, after all. ]
I consider myself lucky enough to not carry such a deep burden, and of those burdens I have held on my shoulders, my comrades on my star have done more than enough to endure them with me.
[ And hopefully, Cantarella can say the same. ]
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No doubt the lifting is easier when the weight is shared.
[Y'shtola should also remember, however, that Cantarella once told her that the dark secrets of her family condemn anyone who hears them.]
I, too, hope that I've found someone I can trust with them...a person of singular strength and character. With their help, perhaps my entire family can be free of what's bound them for centuries. [She hums.] Like you, they're quite stubborn and prefer to do things their own way.
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Is that so? Mayhap you've found your person then. May they navigate the difficulties of your family's past with ease.
[ Genuinely. ]
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It was a great risk, exposing them to the Sentinel's true form and Leviathan's influence. But they have already aided one Sentinel... In a way, it was my last resort to ask them for help, and my good fortune that they crossed my path when they did.
[When it comes to matters of fate, Cantarella is defiant as they come, but deep down, she cannot deny its existence—that forces conspire both to push and pull, capricious as the stormy sea.
It is unspoken that some fortune, twisted as it might be, also led them all here. After all, they met by chance, too. She cannot help but see the small lights in the darkness, like finding a guide when lost or sharing a drink with a friend.]
If in the end, they judge the rot as having spread to me... Then that's a judgment I will also accept.
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[ Are they like the Warrior of Light in that way? Like Y'shtola, who refuses to accept things she doesn't want to come to pass?
As much as something can rot, it can also be healed. ]
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And yet it must be done. For the sake of Impertor's will, for her family, and for all of Rinascita.]
The previous Heads went to great lengths to uphold their devotion, often at the expense of a great many necessary sacrifices. Their methods are not mine. [She looks down at her hands, giving them a flex as a reminder that she can, even when she feels completely out of control.] Perhaps after everything is done, we will all be free.