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[burping]

[ Much like Arthur before her, Mithian sits, holding her crown in her hands, fingers tracing along the textured gold. She looks as though she's trying to make some sort of decision. After a moment, she lets out a sigh before turning to the camera.]

There are many of us from different worlds and here, we are one and the same, titles and names hardly matter in a place such as this, in a battle like this one. I ask, what is the point of holding on a symbol of something that holds little value here? Priorities have changed and what was important is no longer as important as survival, as helping others to survive, and win this war so that we may all go home.

[ She pauses for another moment before she sets the crown aside, fingers lingering for a moment.] I wonder if anyone could tell me where the nearest market is. [ Because she's going to sell that crown. Yep.]

Comments

[Voice]

[burping]

I do not do much of any it. I am a princess, my duty is more to the people than it is on the battlefield of any sort. [ She does not fight, she helps.]

[Voice]

[linkedtogod]

Your duty to your people would be like fighting in a way to believe in them.

[Voice]

[burping]

I do believe in my people.

[Voice]

[linkedtogod]

I would consider that "fighting."