"How do I explain this..." [i]Nervously, Luana checked every window and suspiciously looked around as the two entered Iskandar's home, a bead of sweat running down the side of her face as she pocketed her hands. As they entered the home, she pulled Iskandar to look at her, as her dark blue eyes met his. They were...glassy. So serene and beautiful, but looking as if she would shatter and cry any second.[/i] "It's...it's about Gilgalad. About what I'm doing. With my life, as the First Blade. At this rate...I don't know." [i]She broke away, sighing before she continued.[/i] "What [i]am[/i] I doing as the First Blade? I feel as though I'm just clearing out the way for Gilgalad to step through, eventually crushing me so he can become the fantasy that he wishes to be: a king who rules everything and all, in some twisted form of existence. I saw his cause as justifiable - reasonable, even, until now: he leads his armies through the towns of the innocent in other realms, slashing down any who appose him in a flash of shining steel. He ravages entire lands, and for what purpose? Loot, intimidation? No. So he can "claim" them, as their "King". At this rate, I don't know what I should do. Accept that fate of servitude, rebel and die, or even leave the Legion altogether - whatever happens, I know that I can't bring myself to leading an assault on the Dojo at this rate. I just...just couldn't." [i]At this rate, Luana had finished her rant at a table, sighing and closing her eyes.[/i] "...I hope that you'd understand. Blackmail or betray me if you want, but...I can't do this forever."