The aggressiveness of her speech has had a clear effect on Dominika. Her tattooes have a subtle fading light to them, vanishing as she regains her composure. When she turns back to you her expression is solemn, and cold. “I am ready to leave this city to the fate it has resigned itself to.” The words come quietly, but hold more weight than all the dialogue you two have shared. “But with it actively choosing to oppress me rather than fight, I cannot do it alone. You, champion – you are strong. Regardless of what this land has done to you, you fight.”
She crosses the room to return to you, resting a hand on your chest. “I want my freedom back, and I do not care anymore what I have to destroy to get it. Help me.”