"Others were better though, weren't they?" Pandora said. "You were the clumsiest amongst the people you knew. You couldn't use your axe, you couldn't use your shield, much less do anything approaching a complicated technique with them. But when war came, in the form of Oliver Patrick, were you not able to stand your ground against his elites?"
Vol frowned. "And I still died for it."
Pandora inclined her head. "Indeed, Vessel, you died for it. Who else can say as much? To die in battle against Oliver Patrick, and to find yourself with another chance. Is that not the chaos I preach to you of? It all changes in an instant, both good and bad, there is no use trying to complain about it."
"But I have obvious problems that I need to solve. I need a way of laying siege to this castle," Vol said.
