"Horizon's Origin. . .", Akiol placed the clipboard down.
"Hmm?"
"Let's just say they've put some verification on your story."
"Always having enemies, and not always your own."
"So, say you get out of here alive, what's your goal?"
"Do I need one?"
"Obviously."
Rue crossed her arms, "Well, without an inevitable war hanging over my head, I suppose I could explore. Rebuild my army-"
Akiol's gaze sharpened, Rue laughed and raised her hands, "I'm not serious. I grow tired of war. There is no victors."
"You say that, but it was clear you lost."
"That so? Tell me, do you know what occurs in our world as we speak?"
Akiol's expression failed to waver.
Rue smiled in response. Turning around she spoke, "I'll live my life peacefully."
"Hold it."
"You have an objection?"
"That much is clear. Someone who wasn't aware of what a pen was plans to live their life peacefully here?"
