[i]Luana didn't respond this time. She was clearly more intent on listening to Iskandar than anything, to say the least.[/i]

"In my eyes, the world is full of kings and queens who blind your eyes and steal your dreams. That is why I do not rule my people. I allow them to rule themselves. I simply utilize them, while giving the freedoms they deserve."

[i]Luana closed her eyes at this point and tried to remain calm. From the looks of her expression, she wanted to burst out - even yell and scream, but not in a negative way.[/i]

[b]Iskandar hadn't noticed, and simply continued speaking[/b] "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. Their lives are mimicries of others, or they are designed by gods to fit sick views of what a warrior is. What they should be. Emotions are facades, but they are the most genuine."

"...Look, can I say something important...in a place that's more private? Like a home, or...something? I need to vent out. And to be completely honest, you're the only person that I [i]can[/i] vent out to. The only person that would have a chance of understanding my...case."

[b]Iskandar nodded understandingly and rose up to his feet[/b] "Come. You may accompany me to my home."

"Very well." [i]Luana rose up, following Iskandar to wherever his home would be.[/i]

[b]He lead her to a two story brick building with double castle like doors marking the entrance. He opened the doors and entered the home into a large castle like dining room with a fireplace. [/b]

"How do I explain this..." [i]Nervously, Luana checked every window and suspiciously looked around as the two entered Iskandar's home, a bead of sweat running down the side of her face as she pocketed her hands. As they entered the home, she pulled Iskandar to look at her, as her dark blue eyes met his. They were...glassy. So serene and beautiful, but looking as if she would shatter and cry any second.[/i] "It's...it's about Gilgalad. About what I'm doing. With my life, as the First Blade. At this rate...I don't know." [i]She broke away, sighing before she continued.[/i] "What [i]am[/i] I doing as the First Blade? I feel as though I'm just clearing out the way for Gilgalad to step through, eventually crushing me so he can become the fantasy that he wishes to be: a king who rules everything and all, in some twisted form of existence. I saw his cause as justifiable - reasonable, even, until now: he leads his armies through the towns of the innocent in other realms, slashing down any who appose him in a flash of shining steel. He ravages entire lands, and for what purpose? Loot, intimidation? No. So he can "claim" them, as their "King". At this rate, I don't know what I should do. Accept that fate of servitude, rebel and die, or even leave the Legion altogether - whatever happens, I know that I can't bring myself to leading an assault on the Dojo at this rate. I just...just couldn't." [i]At this rate, Luana had finished her rant at a table, sighing and closing her eyes.[/i] "...I hope that you'd understand. Blackmail or betray me if you want, but...I can't do this forever."

[b]He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, staring at her face [/b] "Giligald, like all, is not Immortal. He is not God. Defeating him may be difficult, but it is possible. I will assist you in this endeavor for as long as you require."

"I can't just take him on. I'll...have to be subtle about it. Like a double agent, or...something. I already know that he doesn't trust me, and if he saw something suspicious...yeah."

"Then perhaps we infiltrate with another Knight? One that matches you and would fight by your side. One who gained the trust of Giligald."

"There's only one woman that I'd know who would even side with Gilgalad, and she isn't even in the Legion. A knightess named Eliza. Is there anyone that you'd know?"