".......I want his head next."

"...Even now, I'm still unable to protect my siblings. I'm a failure of a warrior."

You all have so little faith in me

JUST TRUST ME OKAY

I'm handling this the way I know best. Getting to the bottom of it all.

I don't care for him.

Lord Xander.

I have my doubts about his decision making skills, yes.

Like twice a month, maybe.

Yes?

I'm leaving the optimism to the others. One of us has to stay grounded and hold the metaphorical blade to his throat after his transgressions so that such things never happen again. By all means, I want him to prove me wrong. But I won't go easy on him because of those hopes.

...Who else but that crown prince.

Oh.

And the sword.

It's messed up how the boys got the legendary weapons but the girls got nothing. So I took them.

Yeah, you Nohrian warmongers, this is what happens when you slaughter my whole family.

You killed my father. My mother. My brothers. You took my sibling from me. This 'peace' is leaving the ugliest taste in my mouth.

Everyone is so mean to me.

I don't like you.