Rhod woke up. He was feeling... far too rested, he decided. Physically he was perfectly fine, but mentally, there was still guilt over yesterday.

But it was too early to think about anything like that. Some small part of him remembered Nim was in the same bed as him.

Weird to think about.

He shifted, and peeled off the blanket. Nim was gone. There was sunlight brightening the cloth walls of the tent too, so that probably meant he was the last one awake, again. He got up, rapidly losing the sleepiness. There were things to do today. First of all, he needed to check on everyone else. Then there was that Vandham person, to fully explain everything to.

He pushed the door of the room open. Everything was quiet. He knocked on the door of the other room. "Maria? You up?"

"Enter..." She sounded like Rhod felt.

Rhod went in. "Hey." He tried to think of something to say. The resentments he'd felt towards Maria before seemed so insignificant now. "...I am sorry about yesterday. Are you alright?"

Maria sat up, somehow looking commanding while lying in bed and struggling with emotional doubt. "The architect is... testing me, it seems. I've not seen a death firsthand before. Although thankfully Sanzang has been a steady support. I'm quite blessed to have him."

"...Do you want me to handle explaining everything to the chief?" Said Rhod. Part of him felt strange at suddenly taking charge for everything. Part of him was furious enough about it to push the sadness of the situation to one side.

"No. I shall not hide from any responsibility." Maria brushed her blanket off. "I'll come and do it now. There's no time to mope around when Torna could be preparing its next move."

"I think my opinion of you just got better." Said Rhod. "I'm just going to go and find my blades, check on them. Then I'll join you."

Kouki had been watching the door to the inn, sitting like a guardian lion. "Greetings, Master Rhod, Maria."

"Are you feeling okay about yesterday? And have you seen Nim anywhere?" Asked Rhod, blinking the sun out of his eyes.

"Or our nopon associate. Trustworthiness aside, I do owe him thanks for his intervention." Added Maria.

"The nopon is waiting to depart. The only two ways in or out of Uraya are Fonsa Myma port, or the Greatmaw rapids, and the enemy left for Fonsa Myma. As for Nim... I believe she went to pay respects. Vandham is waiting for us by the campfire, so let's go there once we have her." He got up. "Erm, and I'm quite alright. Blades are beings that were born for battle, so it would not be right for me to let a death stop me."

Garfont seemed quieter today. But not silenced. These people were truly hardy. Rhod didn't know it, but most were refugees who had already seen death. Loss never stopped hurting, but you could adapt to it. He came to an out-of-the-way patch. There were a few headstones, against a wall. Nim was kneeling in front of one of them.

"Nim?" Said Rhod softly.

"...Hello." Nim got up. "I just thought it would be rude not to... say thanks. For saving us. And, um, Kit wanted me to apologise for something."

"Apologise?!" Said Rhod incredulously. "What is there to apologise for?"

"I haven't been trusting enough to let you use my best powers yet. But Kit and Sunny and I, we talked about it a bit, and we'll do it. We'll trust you, even if you've got your flaws."

Rhod put a hand on his heart. "Thank you. I'll do everything I can to be worthy of that trust. Have you finished speaking to the fallen, or do you need some more time?"

Nim shook her head. "We've all said our piece. I'm Mother Nature's priestess, and I blessed him. Let's go. That Ardainian won't get away with this. He won't!" She strode over to Rhod's side.

"Could I have a moment to pray for the poor soul?" Said Maria, walking up. Rhod suddenly felt more compelled to obey her. She knelt, and clasped her hands. "O architect on high... please, guide this drifting soul to a peaceful rest. Creator, who resides in Elysium, in your name, I have done your will, and spread your messages. Give me this day the blessing I ask for so that I may pass it on, and watch over me as I march onwards, into adversity." She stood, and turned. "Come. I will not permit Torna to move unopposed."

"...And that covers everything, Lord Vandham." Finished Maria, explaining the situation so far.

"Got it, lass. I'll make sure that Akhos feller doesn't come here either." Reassured Vandham, arms crossed. "I'd take myself and Roc with you to help, but I gotta keep Garfont safe. You two, get down to Fonsa Myma quick as ya can. If they're gonna try anything, it'll be when the Ardainian diplomatic envoy are in town."

Rhod covered his mouth as he involuntarily swore. "Oh, shit. They could start a war if they play their cards right."

"Yup. War ain't something I'm keen on." Agreed Vandham. "It's inevitable, but the longer we delay it, the better."

"If I might petition you for aid?" Said Maria, her voice turning urgent. "Your blade could take a message ahead to the Queen, and warn her of the danger. We'll set off immediately." She gave a short bow and turned.

"Roc, you heard the lass. You get on down to Fonsa Myma, then come back." Instructed Vandham, taking off his scythes and passing them to his blade. "Good luck, eh, Maria was it?" He scratched the back of his head. "And you, cat boy."

"Cat boy?" Whispered Rhod.

"Come. We march." Said Maria firmly, turning to leave. "Blessings upon you for your aid, Lord Vandham."

"Heh, I could get used to that title! See ya, lass." Vandham waved off the drivers, as Roc climbed into the air and soared out of Garfont.

The five of them reached the gate, to see Muimui waiting, still hiding his identity. "Took long enough!" He said. "Have something from village people." He gestured to a small box.

Maria walked over. "...Gifts? For people like us, who failed to protect the village? Oh, this must be for you." She took a torigonda out of the box. It wasn't in the best shape at all, but it was still playable. That brought a smile to Rhod's face.

"And I suppose that leaves these for me and the nopon..." She took out a wrapped paper parcel, and peered in the top. "Ah. Some sweets. How nice of them." She folded the parcel up. "It looks like enough to share between all seven... six of us for one round."

"Ah, good. I do like a sweet now and then." Sanzang agreed. "But, as you've said yourself many a time, let us march."

"Indeed."

Traversing Uraya was easier the second time. Maria was heading up the party with a fast pace, unwavering even in the noontime sun or the dampness of the lower levels. Rhod's legs were starting to get a little sore from the constant travel, but what was really making him impatient was his torigonda. He couldn't wait to try it out.

As the day went on, they made it up onto the higher grounds. They were making good time. Mostly. "Look, if you stare at Kouki any longer, then you're going to bore a hole through him." Rhod teetered around some of the rocks. "That or someone's going for an unexpected swim." He looked down at the water.

"O-oh, really?" Nim moved her head to one side to dodge a phonex nip. "Heh, Kit agrees with avoiding the swim at least."

"Don't lag behind, you two." Said Sanzang. "We need to make it back to Fonsa Myma and we need to be fast."

"A-um, sorry! I was just thinking about something." Said Nim, speeding up. Rhod couldn't help but notice she seemed kind of jumpy. And he could have sworn there was something about her face.

Rhod put a hand on his chin. "Nim. You want to tell me what you're thinking about?"

Nim looked around, as if to check there was nobody around. Apart from the entire adventuring party. "Um, Sunny, you tell him. We can't let Kouki know yet."

Oh architect, does she have a crush on me? Kind of makes sense really, considering everything-

The orange phonex made a very odd 'meep'.

"Oh right, Rhod doesn't speak phonex..." Nim looked around again. "I have a crush on Kouki." She whispered, before covering her face with both hands. "He didn't hear that, did he?"

Oof. Rhod shrugged. "I don't think. Uh, anyway, good for you I guess. When are you going to tell him?"

"I don't know?! What do you do if you actually like someone?"

"Oh, you like someone romantically?" Sanzang leaned in. "You know, there are a great many stories of drivers and blades marrying, so you need not worry about anyone judging-"

"Sorry lad, but not me." Said Rhod. "Although that does kind of bring the whole... bed thing... into question, nevermind it."

Nim visibly breathed out. "Whew, that was what I was worried about. Leading you on with the bed."

"Nah, always knew a dusty old sock like me would die alone." Rhod said with a smile. "...Sarcasm, by the way."

"Don't be that way! You'll find someone to love you." Encouraged Nim. "Um, anyway, anyone got a suggestion for what I do?"

Silence.

"So, when do we stop for lunch? I get we need to make good time, but I want to give this here torigonda a try."

"We're going on without." Sanzang said. "I understand the hardship, but given the stakes, Maria wishes not to risk being late."

"Uuuurgh." Rhod grumbled. "Welp. I wonder if I can play while walking?" He grabbed the instrument, and held it. At that exact moment, he realised it had been a good few years since he'd last played one. And that he'd not been anything special either. He experimentally gave a few of the strings a flick. "...Not feeling confident here."

"Allow me. I always did like instruments." Sanzang held out a hand.

"Me too, I just love music! Can I have a go when you're done?" Called Nim.

Sanzang started to pluck out a steady tune, trying to get a feel for the instrument.

An hour later, the three of them were all in much higher spirits, as poorly-played tunes were done for fun. Eventually, Rhod recovered a bit of his experience, and held it with a grin. "Hey, listen to this one guys." He put a hand onto the strings and started to put out a fairly complex tune. "It's an ancient piece of Gormott music, we can't even trace back where it came from. Catchy, right?"

"What is it called?" Asked Sanzang.

"Tetris."

They arrived back in Fonsa Myma as dusk was setting, having spent one night outside in the titan.

"Just in time..." Maria was panting a little. "The Ardainian peace envoy won't arrive until tomorrow."

"We'd best find a place to stay, and then find some vantage points to watch over the event." Said Kouki, looking up at the towering buildings of the city.

"Hey, ninjaface. You got any idea where we can-" Started Rhod.

"Cannot help here." Interrupted the nopon. "Would raise suspicions! Draw attention. Will join up later." He turned and waddled off, to one side.

"...I swear, every time that bag of fluff might be useful, he disappears." Rhod put a hand on his hip.

Finding an inn to stay in was easy. It was finding decent watchpoints that was the real challenge.

"Do we have any idea what route they'll take?" Asked Maria.

"The diplomat will likely head directly to the Holy Gates of Fontana, and proceed into the Queen's residence." Answered Sanzang. "Mor Ardain are known for their great efficiency."

"That makes the idea of going up against them even scarier." Admitted Nim. "But I guess that's why we're trying not to."

Kouki checked the stairs down to the port. "It makes things easier for us five to cover, at least. In addition to the guards, then we ought to be able to intervene, should Torna make a move. Where should we position?"

Maria went into deep thought. "I will do what I can to dissuade an attack even happening. As an Indoline, I will stand out far more than a Gormotti. I'll just stand visible, in the crowd here, where an attack would be most opportune."

"Uh, these things aren't exactly Urayan either." Rhod pinched the end of one of his ears.

"You should do what you can to stay near the diplomat. I understand, that may appear suspect, but if you are accosted, I'll put in a word on behalf of the praetorium and have you freed." Reasoned Maria.

"I like you a lot better when you're offering to bail me out of being arrested." Deadpanned Rhod.

The night passed, significantly less awkwardly than the one at the Garfont inn. This time the only thing hanging over everyone's heads was the fact a world war would happen if Torna successfully managed to pull some strings.

Much less stressful.

Rhod was having trouble reflecting on that as he trudged through Fonsa Myma, heading down to the docks. The city guard was on overdrive, completely shutting off the normal route. Although thankfully the docks could still be accessed, and nobody was making a fuss about his blades. Speaking of which...

"You guys nervous?" Said Rhod, as he looked out into the cloud sea. "I'll be honest, I'm shaking like a crappy bridge in the wind."

"A little. But that will not serve us in the coming moments. Lady Nim, what about you?"

"I'm... totally fine."

"Are you su- Wait, there's the ship." Kouki gestured out into the horizon.

Rhod craned to get a look. "That's an Ardainian vessel alright. I'd know that black steel anywhere."

"Why..." Nim trailed off. "Me helping the Ardainians. Doesn't feel right at all."

The ship cruised in, moving smoothly up to one of the docks. It was clear already that this ship was faster, stronger, and better armed than an Urayan ship. If there was a war, the simple fact was that it was going to be a horror, with machines like this in the mix. For just a moment, Rhod felt himself agreeing with Nim. Humanity should never have built these. But then the same argument he always used on her reminded him that medicine and housing came from the same science.

The boarding plank lowered. Twelve Ardainian soldiers marched off the ship, armed with their rifles, and stood to attention, looking at the Urayan forces with those masked helmets of theirs. Rhod held his breath, looking around. No hints of Torna yet.

Someone new was moving off the ship. A blade, dressed entirely in blue, with gloves of crystal and flaming hair.

Rhod suddenly stood straight. "Oh no."

"Master Rhod? Have you sighted a threat?" Whispered Kouki.

"Let's just say that I hope the diplomat doesn't remember what I look like." Rhod moved behind some crates. "Please, come on, it was two minutes and it was ages ago..."

The diplomat, Morag Ladair, stepped off the ship.

"Who's that? Do you know them?" Whispered Nim, behind Rhod.

"That is special inquisitor Morag. The only people that are above her level of authority are The Emperor, the general of the armies, and... maybe there's like a bureaucrat that could challenge her, but seriously she's a huge deal. Her blade is the ancestral blade that's meant to be for the ruling emperor or empress, but she was given it before a true heir was born."

"Could this blade not have been overdriven to the emperor?" Asked Kouki. "I can feel from here that she possesses power beyond any of ours."

"Morag is such an effective driver that they decided to find a new blade for the emperor instead." Said Rhod. "By the way, I'm worrying because I once insulted Morag. Like, a lot."

"Well, I don't blame you at all. Hey, maybe we won't have to worry at all if this Morag is so special?" Suggested Nim.

"No, come on. They're moving." Rhod got up, and cut into an alleyway. There was a mountain of steps before reaching the area Maria had set up watch in. He made it up the first flight as fast as he could, coming to an area where he could get a peep at the procession. The Urayan guards lined the streets.

Morag went past, but then for one brief moment she glanced over.

Rhod's heart did a backflip in his mouth, and not in a good way. "Oh, titan's foot I think we've been seen." He murmured, ducking back into the alley. "Please don't recognise meee..."

They climbed for a solid minute.

"It'll be fine." Said Nim, as they scaled the stairs, into a small circular crossroads with two waiting Urayan guards.

"Halt." Said the first, holding a poleaxe.

"We received an anonymous tip-off that a driver belonging to an organisation called Torna would attempt to sabotage this meeting." Said the second. "And that they use a unique knuckles blade. Earth element."

Rhod stopped in fear. "Wait, wait, wait, you've got the wrong idea! I was sent here to make sure Torna didn't try anything!" He held up his hands.

"Really now." Said a grainy voice.

Rhod turned, and saw an Ardainian soldier. He froze up.

"And that's why the special inquisitor recognised you and asked I find out why you, the Gormotti who insulted her a year ago, were in a foreign land and keeping a painfully suspicious eye on us?" Accused the soldier.

"I know what this looks like, but seriously-"

"You can explain it to us later. For now, I'll escort you to the docks." Said the soldier, reaching a hand for Rhod's shoulder.

Rhod stood down. "...Okay, I guess that's-" There was a mighty whack as a fist collided with the soldier's head.

"Leave him alone, you freaks!" Yelled Nim.

Rhod clapped his hands over his mouth. "Nim, no! Now they're going to think-"

"You fool!" One of the guards slammed their poleaxe onto Rhod's head. His ether barrier prevented a split skull, but this wasn't something good to be hit by. "Torna scum!"

Rhod instinctively fell into a combat stance, and turned away the second poleaxe with one fist, before moving in and blocking the first from hitting him again.

"THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME?!"

Rhod nearly flinched at the sound. It was how the Ardainians signalled for reinforcements, he'd seen it at the Torigoth base.

"I didn't mean it!" He yelled, turning to attack.

"My foot!" Replied the soldier, quickly beating with the stock of his gun, as Kouki moved on the two Urayan guards to keep them back.

Rhod felt the bullet crash against his barrier, and grimaced. "I'm sorry about this!" He hit the soldier with an art, then scooted back before punching straight and sending the man staggering.

"DON'T FORGET ME!" Yelled back a voice. But it wasn't grainy. It was a woman.

"Oh, no. No no no, NO!" Said Rhod, backing up.

The soldier moved away, as his reinforcement arrived on the scene, swords in hand. She fixed Rhod with a glare. Guards, prevent his escape. Scott, the ether nets! I will take care of this aggressor." She pointed a rapier at Rhod, her blade glowing behind her.

"There's no way out, Master Rhod." Said Kouki. Rhod couldn't see him, but he knew that he was right.

"Is it too late to say I didn't mean to fight?" Rhod said, backing up as much as possible. "I don't particularly want to die here."

"I'm not going to kill you. But I will defeat you and you will be imprisoned for such a grave offence." Morag walked forwards slowly.

Quick as a flash, she struck. Rhod blocked in panic, and instantly he could tell one thing- he was screwed. Morag wasn't just more skilled than him- she was on an entirely different level to him. She quite possibly could have beaten the daylights out of him if she was unarmed. As it was, Rhod moved as fast as possible, trying to be hard to hit while still hitting back. He darted in and made a jab for her arm, hoping to make her drop her weapon, and in one half of a second, then did Morag...

A) Dodge the attack.

B) Stab him with the sword in that arm.

C) Extend the other sword into a whip.

The answer was D, all of the above. Rhod tried to duck under the swinging whip, and saw Nim dodge over to his side. "Use our power! We'll turn it around!"

Rhod hesitated mentally, as he had to run to the side to avoid the whip. It grazed his back, and he nearly ordered Nim to attack. But if Morag retaliated with the most powerful blade in Mor Ardain, then in short- he would die.

"Please, I don't want to be at the mercy of them!" Begged Nim.

Rhod tried to move in, and this time he got lashed by the whip. His barrier was dangerously close to breaking. "Okay, but don't overdo it! Please!" He threw back the two gauntlets, and Nim snatched them from the air, running forwards.

"Wild Grappler!"

Grappling and throwing would have been a very effective way to deal with an attacker who had a staircase behind them, if Morag hadn't simply sidestepped, folding her hands behind her back and to attention, and stuck her leg out in front of her. Nim went flying down the steps headlong, a very, very painful experience that would probably have been deadly to a non-blade.

Brighid looked down the flight. "We will wait for her to heal before we place her in an ether net. Will you surrender peacefully?"

Rhod looked back. Kouki was still okay, but he really, really didn't want to keep going in this fight. "I surrender. I did not mean to start a fight, but-"

"I'm afraid your excuses will have to wait for the court." Interrupted Morag. "Attacking a soldier when they are on a diplomatic mission is not looked upon favourably by either country. You will remain here until a soldier arrives with the ether nets."

It was two minutes of pure terror. Standing there at swordpoint, before someone he'd previously insulted and had just fought the subordinate of.

A soldier came up the stairs, holding a large black tube of some design. Some kind of missile launcher? "Are you alright, special inquisitor?"

"No injuries. He couldn't land a blow, and has surrendered. You have arrested his other blade?" Morag wasn't taking her eyes off Rhod. One false move and she could easily overpower him.

"She's been moved aboard the ship. Permission to fire the net? We're pressed for time." The soldier pointed the end of the launcher at Rhod.

Rhod nearly had a heart attack.

"Very well. I hope Queen Raqura will be understanding of my lateness." Morag left, quickly.

"W-well! Get it over with then!" Stammered Rhod, trying to look brave and failing.

There was a thunk as the ether net wrapped him, and he fell to the floor.

Being dragged to the ship was mortifying. The combined mix of shame at what had happened, anger at Nim for lashing out, sympathy for lashing out, fear of what was to come was all too much. Kouki had also offered to be bound without a fight, and been wrapped up. Eventually, he was dragged on board the ship. From the inside, the first thought to cross his mind was that Nim was going to really, really freak out.

Could blades be executed? Killing him right now would be pretty easy. Whatever this net was, it was completely blocking any kind of ether flow. He felt like a normal person. Wait, blocking the ether flow?

"Kouki, are you feeling alright?" Rhod looked over to one side.

"I'm... alright." Said Kouki, as though he was winded.

"You never had the ability to store much ether, is that net going to-" Rhod twisted to see the soldier carrying him. "Dude, you have to take the net off. I don't know if my blade can take it!"

"Allow me to educate you. An ether net absorbs ether that is drawn towards it actively. Your blade ought to be alright. Once we have the three of you in separate cells so none of you are capable of breaking out, we'll take the nets off. Please hold on, while the captain assigns you rooms."

A tiny part of Rhod expected the waiting to become easier to bear. It didn't. The overwhelming feeling of dread wasn't going anywhere.

Eventually, they were separated, and put into cells.

Maria was waiting patiently for the procession to reach the small crowd at the top of the stairs. It wasn't on time.

That was a bad sign.

"Sanzang, can you detect any irregularities in the area's ether?"

"None within my range, lady Maria." Sanzang dipped his head. "However, the procession is late and my range of detection is limited. I recommend we investigate."

"No harm shall come to the diplomat." Maria started pushing through the crowd, just in time to see Morag and her guards reach the top of the stairs. Eleven of them. In a double file formation that suggested there had been twelve. "Hmm, they sent Morag herself? Maybe we didn't need to be so concerned."

Sanzang caught the attention of a passerby, who'd travelled up the stairs with the group. "Excuse me? Do you have any idea what happened to delay them?"

"Oh yeah cobber, there was this bloke who ended up picking a fight with one of the soldiers. He was sneaking around real terrible." Said the Urayan. "Then the inquisitor kicked his ass, and had him and his blades dragged off to the ship. Right idiot cunt he was, thinking a unique blade can stand up to the strongest blade in the Ardainian empire."

"..." Sanzang turned back to Maria. "I believe we have a problem."

The diplomatic talks, while somewhat strained due to both Rhod's blunder and the dying nature of Mor Ardain anyhow, proceeded. Nothing much came of them, as expected. Queen Raqura may not have been heartless, but her duty first and foremost was to her people. And unfortunately, there simply wasn't enough food or land in the world to sustain both peoples.

Morag walked from the royal venue in perfect form, accompanied by her elite soldiers, Brighid at her side. Travelling back through the city was a quiet affair, with most of the crowds having gone back to their daily routines by the time Morag departed. Nothing out of the ordinary. Although the reports of the new organisation known as Torna were indeed troubling.

It was when she reached the docks that things took an unexpected turn. An Indoline driver was waiting in front of the ship.

"Is something the matter?" Asked Morag. There was no outstanding paperwork, to the best of her knowledge. She quickly racked her brain for an answer as to what trouble Indol could have with her, before arriving at one conclusion. "Ah. If this is about the situation with Gormott's consul failing to make a report, we have news."

Maria shook her head. "I'm afraid that I was sent to help deal with Torna. Unfortunately, I suspect that the driver sent to assist me has done something stupid. I would request to see anybody held on board your ship."

"Granted. Torna is an emergent threat, we will treat it seriously in all manners. But please understand we cannot release our captive, given his actions." Morag walked forwards, up the boarding plank. "Please follow me."

Maria remained calm on board the ship. Sanzang looked around. Morag's authority was incredible, as she walked through the secure and guarded points without having to do so much as prove her identity. Brighid alone seemed to be proof enough. What mildly concerned her was that she hadn't been asked to disarm. These people clearly thought that if she were to attack, then she didn't even pose a threat.

Given Morag's reputation as Flamebringer, perhaps justified. Maria eventually found the exact words she needed for the situation. "Lady Morag, in the event the prisoner is my associate, then I must ask to travel with him. If not, I shall leave them under your jurisdiction, and ask you turn their blade over to the Praetorium, as it was stolen from us."

"Very well, although I will have to consult with the Praetor and with His Majesty before I do such a thing." Replied Morag, as she took a report from one of the soldiers. "The name the arrested gave is Rhod."

"Ah. It is him. How did he manage to end up in-" Maria cut herself off and sighed. "Nevermind. We were planning to search Mor Ardain for any hints about Torna. Provided you don't permanently imprison him, the free travel could well play in our favour."

"Is that so?" Questioned Morag. "Make no mistake, we respect the wishes of the Praetorium, but the release of you accomplice within a short timeframe is highly unlikely."

"...I see. Please tell me, what exactly has he done?"

Morag turned the page of her report. "Assault of a soldier. Resisting arrest. Interfering with foreign diplomacy. Not the most serious of offences, but he won't be getting off lightly."

"And his blades?"

"Under Ardainian law, drivers are held directly accountable for the actions of their blades." Said Morag easily. "At the very least, we don't believe he had any intent to kill, so he won't be executed. We only issue kill orders to proven enemies."

"Right. If I might speak with them?"

"You may explain the situation."

"Rhod, you have some serious atonement to do." Maria opened the door to the cell.

"Hey Maria." Rhod was sitting on the bed. "..."

"You're going to be put on trial in Alba Cavanich, accountable for everything your blades did." Said Maria coldly. "I hope you realise how much this will impede us. Alrest is at risk now, and it's your fault."

"No, I never... I... Oh, architect above." Rhod trailed off. "...Make sure my blades are okay, will you?"

Author's notes: What, you thought this was a self-insert so I could get with Nim? Pfft, nope. This was obviously an insert of that one blade I liked so he could get with Nim.

Just kidding. I just wanted to write a bit about this game. Anyhow, Morag is an untouchable badass, and Nim hating/fearing Mor Ardain finally comes back to bite her.

And the least realistic thing in the entire game is that Uraya, the nation where everyone is Australian, has nobody that will call you a cunt. That's not how Australia works.