[The response makes Hayame bristle, inclined as ever to seeing slights in the words of others.]

My heart is full.

I am just as devoted to winning the Oracles for Meridian as I was before I went to sleep and somehow stayed that way for a hundred godsdamned years.

But I am asking about the other things I agreed to, under the auspices of a man who is dead and a general who now lives comfortably in an apparently well-deserved retirement. More than half of the people I would have relied on to help accomplish that task quickly and as peacefully as possible, the Legionnaires I trained, the citizens whose respect I earned... they are dead or decrepit now.

[All the people that she trusted, when her trust is something that takes months and deeds to earn--]

So you must forgive the impertinence of wanting to know what this Tribune expects of me, and what even needs to be done now.

If you would prefer we discuss it face to face, I will pretend I grew wings and meet you in the sky.