[Nihoxdria]

Maybe she shouldn't have laughed. Grinning at his alarm, Ether slipped around to stand before him, a kind tone touching her voice as she said mildly, "You can't expect me to stay with the rest of the waving majority in the ruins." Looking away she shook her head in a silent musing. No...staying here was certain death. With any hope whatever was beyond the border might still be living. "There's no way to tell how far the Exile War reached," she whispered. "There could be something left." Anything. She--she couldn't resolve herself to the idea that her family had sabotaged the whole of the world! That her father was the driving force of a genocide.
Shaking the very idea from her head she fixed her knight with a resolute glare; determined to force him to her ideals before the sun hit the full of the sky and the facets of the rift seared across the horizon with the blaring light that stopped so many from daring the mission they were. "If I can reach the border I could warn the other empires of the threat! we could tell them about the rifts dividing the continents!"