"Indeed?" She looks thoughtful. "I can see wartime being a time when a great many innovations can develop to help win, but only if there aren't extremely powerful dragons at the top." She pauses to make sure they're truly alone before she speaks again, and she lowers her voice just to be safe. "They controlled our minds. It's only now that they're gone that I can see it. Back then, all I cared about was making Thalassa the most powerful and prestigious city. I joined the war to heal people, but somewhere along the line, my goals became warped to what Logistykon wanted."

She stares down at her hands, knowing that the power to create and control lightning magic was supposedly granted to her through Logistykon using her courier. She doesn't want to be his servant, and she's still not sure if this is a gift or a way to use her. She's still not sure if it's really Thalassa's dragon or an impostor. Since awakening, she's found she's not sure of much anymore.