"Be careful, Chief, I might get offended," Lucy said casually, not a hint of anger in her eyes.
"Fact does not fear offence," he answered.
"You speak fact, then? You claim to be from a world different from mine. Does the ability to see the future circulate amongst your people?" Lucy smiled softly.
"Do you think yourself infallible?" Chief Nnung asked.
"Are you asking if I consider the possibility of failure? No. I have chosen my path without regret. Failure is possible, but I just don't care," Lucy answered.
"Failure is sure. We will only observe how you fail and make sure you fail the right way," he said.
"Why is it important to you that I do so?" she was actually curious right now. This man spoke as though he not only knew her plans but the outcome as well.
"I wish to gauge your choices, Lucy. Someone must, lest your choices be seen as coercion. My people care little for the plot, but we insist that there be no regret on your part," he said.
"So this is an interrogation?" she asked.
"I fear you will not like to be questioned, so I will not. But I need to ask, does the possibility of failure make you question your actions?" he asked.
"It depends on what you see as failure," she said.
"True. Forgive me, I just displayed a high level of ego," he said humbly and she raised a brow.
"I should have first asked what your final goal is. That will determine if failure is imminent and if it is a failure at all," he said and sat up straight and gave Lucy a deep look, "Lucy Sharterux of Wickshire, this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. You sit before a keeper of time, servant of the mute whisperer. You state your goals and I will respond if success or failure is the result,"
"Power," Lucy said.
"Success only within the tree you exist in,"
"Freedom,"
"You were never one fated to such liberties,"
"Love,"
"Failure worthy of history books," he said and she paused.
"Control over my life as it has always been!" she said.
"You were not born with such fate," he said solemnly and silence returned to the room. After a while, Lucy stood and made to leave.
"What is your choice, continue or not?" he asked but she kept walking. She opened the door and stepped out of the receiving room before her voice made its way to his ears, "Observe well, I will orchestrate a failure worthy of the legends of time,"