" in these troubled times, fear and despair can drive even the goodliest of souls to desperate ends. " | from arvin
"Aye. Still, s'no easy tae accept just how many joined th'Griffin's forces." And for what? All to be sacrificed by that godsdamned Ilberd, whom didn't have as messy an end as she would have liked to give him! "Less so knowin' it all could have been avoided."
Meiko tried not to blame Eorzea's leaders too much. Their roles were not easy ones, and they had their own people to look after. Yet still, if only something of note had been done to at least demonstrate concern for Gyr Abania in these past few years... maybe those desperate Ala Mhigans wouldn't have been so quick to turn.
Now they had lost Papalymo and countless others to the madness, and were engaged with Garlemald regardless. The victory in Ishgard, as grand as it had been, now felt like a fleeting, hollow celebration.
She glanced towards Arvin. They had not spoken much; he was among a handful of those who had found their way to the Scions in the past few weeks. But while they awaited the plans to proceed into Gyr Abania, there was no harm in at least getting to know a fellow comrade-in-arms. At least, she would try.
"M'surprised ye didnae want tae settle in Coerthas, now that the war's done," she commented lightly. "Yer originally of Ishgard, aren't ye?"
