With a slight sense of trepidation, I move to Princess Chera's quarters.
She sent a messenger only a short time after I settled down from the experience at the border of her hive.
I leave my beetles at the entrance, as I can't really force my way here, and they wouldn't be able to do all that much.
Also, I'm rather sure Chera means me no harm.
Otherwise, she wouldn't let me get so close to her.
I enter and see that she prepared another dinner.
It seems she prefers to talk over a meal.
Yet the fact that it mostly consists of the meat of those weird creatures might be intentional.
(C)
She clearly makes a point of emphasizing how much she is in control.
To her disadvantage, I'm done with taking such words for granted.
The king made a big show of trying to reassure me how much he was in control and how secure his rule over his subjects was and look where it got me.
No, I certainly won't listen to any more speeches about me not having to mind the obvious issues.
(E)
(C)
Seriously?
Is she delusional?!
(E)
She must be aware of this.
I can't believe that she would be so detached from the situation she's in.
(C)
I feel her facade slowly cracking.
The things she's saying don't add up, and she knows it.
I might just have the argument to get her over the edge.
(E)
(C)
With a deadpan face, I say:
(E)
(C)
I kinda feel like a bully right now.
Princess Chera tries to lie.
Something that goes against the very nature of a Formicea.
Her misfortune is just that I'm a former human.
And if humans are proficient in something then it's figuring each other out.
(E)
(E)
(C)
Okay, that was some emotional eruption.
I think now I'm going to get my answers.
(E)
(C)
Until it didn't anymore, huh?
(E)
(C)
Seems like she had at least one big drowning.
(C)
(E)
(E)
If I'm already sensitive to it, her brood can't be faring much better.
(C)
(C)
(E)
(C)
Does she truly believe what she's saying?
(E)
I'm sure Uma would send her own daughter the troops she needs.
Certainly enough to reclaim her fields.
Formicea regain their numbers quickly, so it should totally be an option to consider.
(E)
(C)
She's not just furious, but completely freaking out.
It's as if she is having a breakdown right now.
(C)
I, I think I get it now.
She's a perfectionist child!
Chera is so obsessed with being perfect that it renders her unable to give up and cut her losses.
Even worse, her own image as being impeccable makes her refuse to call for help.
Or to summarize, after all this time in this shitty situation she is a mental wreck.
Now she's just quietly mumbling to herself.
(C)
It's kinda worrisome to look at.
Especially, the very human way she's mawing her claw between her mandibles.
Fortunately, the carapace holds for now.
(C)
Is this a game for her?
Oh damn, would it be good or bad if she'd learn about table games?
It worries me deeply.
(C)
Huh!?!
From one moment to the other this talk took a turn I'm not the slightest bit comfortable with.
(E)
(C)
Sure, after what happened before, I'm certainly going to trust your keen judgment.
Not!
With a slight sense of trepidation, I move to Princess Chera's quarters.
She sent a messenger only a short time after I settled down from the experience at the border of her hive.
I leave my beetles at the entrance, as I can't really force my way here, and they wouldn't be able to do all that much.
Also, I'm rather sure Chera means me no harm.
Otherwise, she wouldn't let me get so close to her.
I enter and see that she prepared another dinner.
It seems she prefers to talk over a meal.
Yet the fact that it mostly consists of the meat of those weird creatures might be intentional.
(C)
She clearly makes a point of emphasizing how much she is in control.
To her disadvantage, I'm done with taking such words for granted.
The king made a big show of trying to reassure me how much he was in control and how secure his rule over his subjects was and look where it got me.
No, I certainly won't listen to any more speeches about me not having to mind the obvious issues.
(E)
(C)
Seriously?
Is she delusional?!
(E)
She must be aware of this.
I can't believe that she would be so detached from the situation she's in.
(C)
I feel her facade slowly cracking.
The things she's saying don't add up, and she knows it.
I might just have the argument to get her over the edge.
(E)
(C)
With a deadpan face, I say:
(E)
(C)
I kinda feel like a bully right now.
Princess Chera tries to lie.
Something that goes against the very nature of a Formicea.
Her misfortune is just that I'm a former human.
And if humans are proficient in something then it's figuring each other out.
(E)
(E)
(C)
Okay, that was some emotional eruption.
I think now I'm going to get my answers.
(E)
(C)
Until it didn't anymore, huh?
(E)
(C)
Seems like she had at least one big drowning.
(C)
(E)
(E)
If I'm already sensitive to it, her brood can't be faring much better.
(C)
(C)
(E)
(C)
Does she truly believe what she's saying?
(E)
I'm sure Uma would send her own daughter the troops she needs.
Certainly enough to reclaim her fields.
Formicea regain their numbers quickly, so it should totally be an option to consider.
(E)
(C)
She's not just furious, but completely freaking out.
It's as if she is having a breakdown right now.
(C)
I, I think I get it now.
She's a perfectionist child!
Chera is so obsessed with being perfect that it renders her unable to give up and cut her losses.
Even worse, her own image as being impeccable makes her refuse to call for help.
Or to summarize, after all this time in this shitty situation she is a mental wreck.
Now she's just quietly mumbling to herself.
(C)
It's kinda worrisome to look at.
Especially, the very human way she's mawing her claw between her mandibles.
Fortunately, the carapace holds for now.
(C)
Is this a game for her?
Oh damn, would it be good or bad if she'd learn about table games?
It worries me deeply.
(C)
Huh!?!
From one moment to the other this talk took a turn I'm not the slightest bit comfortable with.
(E)
(C)
Sure, after what happened before, I'm certainly going to trust your keen judgment.
Not!
