- Selene and Cyrus (C)
Selene: Ugh... me head...
Cyrus: Is something the matter? You look... kinda bothered.
Selene: If I'm bothered, then leave me de fek alone ye big bastard!
Cyrus: ... Oh... uh.. sorry?
Selene: ... Oh shite, I'm sorry. It just... slipped out.
Cyrus: ... I guess... Can I sit next to you?
Selene: Whatever. Go ahead.
*Two sit next to each other on the stairwell, staring out into the open, watching students and staff walk by and do their business or leisure*
Cyrus: ... You ever get the feeling that there's something inside your head that drives your killer instincts? Something that is turning you into a beast so that you can come out alive every day, from waking up to killing other bad people?
Selene: ... Yah. Whole world's scarier place when ye can barely see shite up close. Every day, I feel like I'm swimmin' through a sea of shite, the shite becoming more rank the longer I stay here.
Cyrus: Agreed. Fodlan is a terrible place for us. Structures, laws, people... we're born for a more dangerous and unpredictable world where they wouldn't last a day in our saddles. Walls depress me. They're signs of fear of the unknown and death. And now, we're trapped, and our inner "beasts" can only be let out when the Church sees an enemy to slay.
Selene: ... We're dogs, aren't we?
Cyrus: Until the day we are free. Let our jailers be blissfully ignorant... until we all ride together free.
Selene: ... Wow, that sounded pretty cool.
Cyrus: I know right?! Came up with that myself for a while. ... Still though, I think the way we're coping? Not such a bad way to go about things.
Selene: I guess. ... Wanna go see the other students piss themselves when they go on flying duty?
