Twelfth
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So it seems the "Warden" position is held in a bit of disregard. Perhaps with some reason. After all, in a place so chaotic as this... the position really does seem more like a bone thrown to us as if were were dogs, by those deities. Foolish, to think otherwise, and yet- With that position, if one were motivated enough- driven enough. It could be made in to a position worth respecting.
Not that I fancy being here long enough to see another such election. But in this place... one cannot count on logic or reason to govern things. The job with the police force is steadying, perhaps even soothing, to be involved in such militant work, but. I have duties to uphold, and time may be stopped in our world but it is not for me. The things I have heard... I have not even yet experienced them myself. I cannot have yet, and I wish to.
No entrance has revealed itself to me, though I have searched, and no tome or book has given any useful information about leaving-
It seems, for the time being, we truly are stuck here. My duties remain the same. I will protect Her Highness, as well as the Princess Nunally. Princess Cornelia's orders are always foremost. Lord Weinberg will naturally assist in this, and we may count on the Chinese Federation, as long as the opponent is that accursed traitor- Emperor, he says, even, the gall- Lelouch. ... and perhaps even more betraying to me, to Princess Euphemia's memory- Kururugi.
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The definition of a gentleman, a noble, and a knight, seems to have far different connotations in other worlds. I remain thankful that mine is not one of them.
Lord Weinberg, if you've need of a roommate, had you considered repositioning yourself closer to us? It would be adventitious, of course, though I have a feeling that, as a neighbor, you may be quite the loud one.
Madam Morangias, if you need any assistance, please do not hesitate to let me know.
For the time being, the library's quiet is not so much eerie, as soothing. ... Dalton may have even enjoyed himself, this night.
So it seems the "Warden" position is held in a bit of disregard. Perhaps with some reason. After all, in a place so chaotic as this... the position really does seem more like a bone thrown to us as if were were dogs, by those deities. Foolish, to think otherwise, and yet- With that position, if one were motivated enough- driven enough. It could be made in to a position worth respecting.
Not that I fancy being here long enough to see another such election. But in this place... one cannot count on logic or reason to govern things. The job with the police force is steadying, perhaps even soothing, to be involved in such militant work, but. I have duties to uphold, and time may be stopped in our world but it is not for me. The things I have heard... I have not even yet experienced them myself. I cannot have yet, and I wish to.
No entrance has revealed itself to me, though I have searched, and no tome or book has given any useful information about leaving-
It seems, for the time being, we truly are stuck here. My duties remain the same. I will protect Her Highness, as well as the Princess Nunally. Princess Cornelia's orders are always foremost. Lord Weinberg will naturally assist in this, and we may count on the Chinese Federation, as long as the opponent is that accursed traitor- Emperor, he says, even, the gall- Lelouch. ... and perhaps even more betraying to me, to Princess Euphemia's memory- Kururugi.
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The definition of a gentleman, a noble, and a knight, seems to have far different connotations in other worlds. I remain thankful that mine is not one of them.
Lord Weinberg, if you've need of a roommate, had you considered repositioning yourself closer to us? It would be adventitious, of course, though I have a feeling that, as a neighbor, you may be quite the loud one.
Madam Morangias, if you need any assistance, please do not hesitate to let me know.
For the time being, the library's quiet is not so much eerie, as soothing. ... Dalton may have even enjoyed himself, this night.