[b]“YOU FUCKING BITCH! WHY THE HELL DID YOU SLAP ME !?”[/b] Savayna yelled out to Nadeline.

Of all the things that she could do, when Savayna was in the worst mood that she had ever been, the fucking bitch slaps her. She gripped her face, she looked around, specifically behind her. She wasn’t in Archades anymore, she didn’t see her other self getting her brains fucked out of her ass, she didn’t see Vincent do said fucking. No, she didn’t even see the light that gleamed upon the Emperor’s Office. She looked around and she saw a dark, rusty, old, stinky-ass room. She was back in Nabudis.

[b]‘What the hell happened? I was in Archadia, and my homeland..”[/b] Savayna retorted.

As she would remember everything, she remembered all the bad things that happened, her thinking that she deserved everything that happened to her and even all of her friends and her Grant telling her that she was a whore. Yes, she remembered wanting to get raped by Vincent, thinking that she deserved it. Savayna remembered Nadeline coming in to try and snap her out of it and how Savayna didn’t believe her. She remembered even starting to get in on the action that the other her and Vincent were doing. She remembered the slap and all the words that Nadeline told her about how she abandoned everything she worked for in Archadia to help her friends. She remembered how she told Nadeline about how Grant didn’t care. Yes, she remembered it all.

[b]“Wait, I remember now. I was caught in some…dream? No, not a dream, a nightmare — a really, really bad nightmare.”[/b] Savayna figured it out and now she was thinking back to when her and Nadeline got pulled into the ceiling. [b]“Last thing I remember was we got pulled into the ceiling and everyone else to the floor and walls.”[/b] She said placing her hand on her face thinking about where the others were. She removed her hand from her face. [b]“If everyone else is in the same type of nightmare, how did you escape? You’re the one who saved me, so who saved you?”[/b] She asked Nadeline.

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Hearing her speak about seeking out power and how that would bring attention to herself, she sought out the potential in people. She would recruit them and grow them in ways similar like a plant As she would say that, Shion would grow a white flower that had a golden-yellow center. As she would state that she had eyes and ears all around Ivalice, the flower turned to dust and she manipulated it in her hand. That’s when she would respond to his second question to which she simply said that she hasn’t found a man that was worthy enough and how even Hamut wasn’t worthy of her, though she would assume that she was superior to him. He chuckled. 

[b]“Hamut is an old man drunk with power, but he doesn’t know restraint, he’s also arrogant and quite foolish. If it wasn’t for the fact of me not caring for the First Judge seat, I would kill him without a moment’s hesitation.”[/b] Francis spoke rather cruelly about his leader. [b]“You’re obviously superior to him. He is old and on death’s door, while you’re at your prime. Truly, you are a sight to behold, Miss Shion.”[/b] And there he was at it with the flattery once more. Francis was on a mission and he would not rest until he made himself worthy of her.