"You told me earlier that you wanted to be a Dezimal," I started. "Did you really want to become one?"
"Y-Yes!" she answered, though her conviction was far from its unwavering stature compared to earlier. "I-I want to serve the Empire and its people!"
"Admirable," I nodded. "Though you do know that you could serve your Empire in other ways, right?"
"No! Fighting and becoming a hero is what I want!"
I raised an eyebrow at the kid's contradictory statement. So she did want to become something else... A hero. That would explain all the justice crap. Spoken like a true patriot, this one, though she wasn't as honest to herself as she was right now compared to earlier.
"Is that why you're wearing that heavy armor?" I asked, eyeing the admittedly good armor as I found myself engaged in inane conversation. "Just because your hero wore it?"
"The Dame Flamme's the best! She saved me and my father years ago!" she gushed. "And all of that with a smile on her face!"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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