She doesn't like being called weak, but what can she do? Being strong is going to make her any less dead than she is already geared up to be. At least Childe's seething remarks are a distraction from the blistering wound on her arm for a short while.
He makes several points. Godsblood hasn't been anything but a source for tithes for decades, leaving Vaeka's people feeling independent and almost untouched. Her eyes flicker around his mask, trying to find some bit of read on the man but finds nothing and forces her own gaze away.
"Just because the Regent hasn't closed their fist on Godsblood until now doesn't mean we didn't always know it was coming."
She pulls her injured arm to her chest.
"We've seen what they do to other cities. What they don't like? They destroy and erase. Everyone is just a stepping stone to their next big conquest. Or are you so deep in it that you never noticed? Or...no, you probably just don't care."
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He makes several points. Godsblood hasn't been anything but a source for tithes for decades, leaving Vaeka's people feeling independent and almost untouched. Her eyes flicker around his mask, trying to find some bit of read on the man but finds nothing and forces her own gaze away.
"Just because the Regent hasn't closed their fist on Godsblood until now doesn't mean we didn't always know it was coming."
She pulls her injured arm to her chest.
"We've seen what they do to other cities. What they don't like? They destroy and erase. Everyone is just a stepping stone to their next big conquest. Or are you so deep in it that you never noticed? Or...no, you probably just don't care."