Despite Lucas his speech Elise was not one to give her response as quickly as the young swordsman called Marlo did. Her eyebrows furrowed into a frown, a clear look of consideration in her eyes. Margaret rarely spoke about the Revolutionists and their goal, in the end she was even secretive about them. The only thing she did mention was that their desire to bring a new dawn, a revolution would align with Elise's own desires. However, Lucas was declaring that he wanted to create the strongest faction within this organization, an 'army' as he described it. The term didn't sit well with Elise. He was making it sound like he was doing a recruitment speech, but instead of looking for partners and companions he was searching for subordinates.
Was this how every Revolutionist was? No, she doubted it. Her aunt was one, and her subordinates were more like family rather than disposable pawns. It seemed that after Marlo finished speaking that she decided to speak, and while her eyes sharpened into a look of determination her voice clearly carried itself with confidence.
"My name is Elise. Although I appreciate Marlo's sentiments I'm not going to blindly follow someone because they ask me to. Although you carry yourself with the confidence of a trained warrior, you have yet to provide me with any reason why I should follow you. My only reason for being here is because the Revolution we all seek aligns with the desire I hold: the destruction of the corrupted and vile World Government and those wicked and cruel followers of their dogma."
She paused for a moment, her gaze shifting from Lucas to Marlo and the Fishman that had arrived after her, and soon resumed her response.
"Nevertheless, as long as your actions don't oppose the 'dawn' that I desire you can expect my aid. As a companion, but not as a servant..."
Her eyes narrowed briefly at the last word, recalling how she had sworn that she would never let such chains bind her again. She might had been someone who supported the revolutionists their goals, but she wasn't going to become one of their mindless rank and file members who simply nodded their head and blindly obeyed any order. Being a lapdog was something the Marines already had going for them.
"I guess that means I'll pick the hidden third choice: Maybe."
No, the scion of the Drachenberg wasn't going to become someone's servant! Perhaps a companion might had been a choice she could accept, but to her Lucas his wording made it sound like he was searching for subordinates rather than companions.
"Perhaps I shall take you up on that offer for a spar someday Marlo, it would be interesting to test the strength of the Dragon's grip against that of a swordsman."
With a brief smile emerging on her lips she finally turned her focus back onto Lucas, waiting to see if he had anything else left to say.