[b]Sayanastia![/b]

When you have personally created so many world-destroying threats that you lost track of them centuries ago, it would be [i]profoundly [/i]inelegant to begrudge one of them from punching you out. Absolute dunce move to go to your grave screaming about fakers and inferior copies. 

After all, it wasn't like she could remember [i]why [/i]she had poisoned Civelia and was returning to evil in the first place. That was just the sort of thing you had to take on faith when you were the Dark Dragon and had shattered your mind into a thousand jagged shards and sent them forth to destroy. To stop and tell everyone 'wait a minute, let us be reasonable about this' would be just as insufferably basic a move as getting in the way of a part of you who clearly knew more than you what was going on and had a speech loaded and ready to go. 

The fact that she didn't actually have the power to stop Aria, even with her new Heartblade, was not especially relevant. The point was that it would have been gauche to even make the attempt. 

[b]Cair![/b]

The best thing about this situation was that '#1 Dark Dragon Fan!' gear adapted so easily into '#1 Aria Thendragon Fan!' gear. 

This wasn't the time to try anything. This was the time to put on the uniform of the winning team and go stand obediently in line behind the Rot Star. She'd been here before, a logistics officer in the ranks the last time Aria had made a go of it. That was the way to live in this world of gods and demons. Sure she might flip back later, but she was guaranteed to put up a decent fight for the cause first.