"Hello, both of you." Finexia told them, smiling at her beloved lieutenants, looking between them for a moment. Ivy would likely give birth soon, and that meant another decision was on the horizon, but her smile faded as Finexia straightened, looking them in the eyes. "I called you here for something quite serious this time. I've been in danger a number of times, but each time I had a clear successor, or had none possible at all. Now, though, things have changed. Before, it was Ivy. Now, I value both of you equally... but I need to hear from each of you. Which of you do you believe could carry out the work which I've begun? Ivy? Passion? I'm asking you honestly. Do either of you not wish to be seen as my heir? I hope that it doesn't come to that, but we must plan. My predecessor died, and I will not stand idly and let what I've begun fall to dust."