"Yours will not be it." The words come up sharp, unbidden, something tight and fierce her in her chest. She has no place, she cannot undo her own losses by saving him and his own, or his Emperor. They are words she has spoken before, if not quite the same and she tilts her face away for a moment - pretending she is thought where she needs to get herself back onto control, trying to temper the heat of it - and fails. "All Empires fall, all of them, and this one will be no different." She has to believe it, she must, she has given everything to that cause. Here is no different, and she does not have an inch of give her - if she ever did, it is gone now.

"Whatever service I may provide, it is yours. Though if I may request something for myself in return?"