Apparently Savayna was a sore topic for the Emperor. Emiri felt mildly satisfied that at the very least just once she managed to get a shot at him. The aircab stopped, and as they got out, she was greeted with a view of a very tall, grand building. She had heard much about Archades being the pinnacle of modern society, but this was the first time she had ever actually seen it. She admitted she was somewhat impressed by this. As she followed Vincent, she couldn't help but notice that they were heading downwards. For one reason or another, it struck her as odd. It almost reminded her of the holding cells--was this their dungeon, so to speak? Why was he leading her here? 

Eventually, they stopped in front of a cell. Emiri looked in, only to see Grant looking right back at her. Hamut did mention that they had Grant prisoner, but to see that it was true was still somewhat surprising. Grant rose from his bench, approaching the door. While there was still the door between the two, Emiri found herself backing away from him. She couldn't keep her anger under wraps, it was written all over her face and body language. She turned to Vincent, clearly pissed off. "[b]What is the meaning of this?![/b]" She half-yelled, half-demanded to know, and she absentmindedly clutched her shoulder.

Grant shook his head, letting out a wistful sigh. "[b]Yes, Vincent, I too would like to know.[/b]" He responded, though he looked right at Emiri's shoulder. "[b]Seems like you have gotten my gift. A reminder of sorts.[/b]"

Emiri stared at him, wide eyed, though her eyes turned watery. She put a hand to her mouth and turned away from him and Vincent. Gods, why was this happening?

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At Wesley's question, Nadeline wondered the same thing. "[b]We'll just have to see, won't we?[/b]"