[ Bazz-B, silent, out of his comfort zone. It's an alien concept, though Jugram supposes the experience of dying may, for once, have humbled him. He went so far as to admit defeat, after all. Even if it was before all of this.
Jugram pushes the thoughts from his mind; it won't do him any good to dwell on that now. Instead he does his best to remain composed, distanced, unaffected. A breeze picks up, warm as they were in the springtime. Aspen leaves, bright green, rustle over his head. ]
Thank you. I regret that I failed His Majesty, but I learned from Kurosaki that we won the war.
[ Whatever consequences that may hold for their people on the whole—the vision of the future is something that still lurks at the back of his mind. ]
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Jugram pushes the thoughts from his mind; it won't do him any good to dwell on that now. Instead he does his best to remain composed, distanced, unaffected. A breeze picks up, warm as they were in the springtime. Aspen leaves, bright green, rustle over his head. ]
Thank you. I regret that I failed His Majesty, but I learned from Kurosaki that we won the war.
[ Whatever consequences that may hold for their people on the whole—the vision of the future is something that still lurks at the back of his mind. ]