She watched with curiosity as Gando disappeared into his walk-in closet and after several moments of searching he came out carrying a rectangular object veiled underneath a a piece of cloth. With a grin he revealed to her that it was a painting, but not just any painting. It was one of her grandmother when she was very young, in fact she hardly looked twenty years old. It really didn't make any sense to her that this man would be in possession of such an artwork. And then he admitted he had been the one to paint her when meeting her. Sajedene tilted her head and looked down to the picture, realizing just how good it was. Her grandmother looked lovely and the way he seemed to know about her personality too proved that he must have met her in the past. It was a strange coincidence, but here she was, looking at the proof.<br/><br/>If for some reason that still wasn't enough, Gando spoke her name and even told her that he had met her before when she had been very young. She stared at him, completely speechless. For some reason he seemed rather sad that he was not able to keep visiting her family, particularly her grandmother and she found that very heartwarming. But how was this all physically possible? It occurred to her, as he snapped his fingers and caused the painting to disappear, that he most likely had some sort of powerful abilities just like Daishoga. She was about to ask him when he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her and took her hands in his, as if she was a princess once more. He swore to her that he was no enemy, but a friend instead and would do anything to help her. This, much like everything else, took her completely by surprise.<br/><br/>But Sajedene shook her head. "I am no longer a princess. How can I be when the king has fallen and the throne is practically in pieces? I will take a friend any day, but please, do not consider me a princess anymore." She then looked down, relieved to finally be able to speak freely but also sad that she was in this difficult position. "I should not have come. Had I not left the castle with a man I was not married to on the day of the attack, I could have made it out with my father. I was a fool and I see that now, childishly thinking I could change the course of this war by speaking to the Emperor himself."<br/><br/>Just as she was coming to her own conclusion about his powers, he confirmed her suspicions by explaining he was in fact not young at all but very old, a bit over four centuries. Four centuries! She listened to him, completely fascinated by his words and by the absurdity of it. Her eyes widened slightly at the mention of the old myth and she leaned closer, hoping to learn more from the man who was clearly much wiser than her. But just as he was about to continue, there was a knock on the door and Sajedene recalled she had a tea to drink. While he attended to whoever was at the door, she sipped her tea which warmed her nicely from the inside. Once Gando had returned, he asked her whether he found Daishoga intriguing.<br/><br/>"I think it's essential to ask what makes a deed wicked." She pondered. "I do not think he is wicked in any sense, because none of that is his doing or his fault. Much of him, I feel, has been formed through the interaction he has had with other people." The princess looked over to Gando. "He is misguided and makes mistakes, like all of us. Because of this, I do find him fascinating. At the same time, however, I'm afraid. Not of him, but the way I will begin to perceive him, feel about him. Maybe I am too naive to say he is not evil, maybe I am completely right. It is difficult to say, but I stand behind my current beliefs."