<div class="floatright">(http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt183/GhostwheelX/Misc/A06bw400b.jpg)</div>"Laws are made for a reason. They're there to protect the weak, and the strong are there to enforce those laws so that the weak aren't preyed upon. Think of what kind of anarchy there would be if laws were broken, if people were allowed to do hideous things to others with no recourse to their actions," she says in an almost ironclad voice, her conviction filling her voice. "The strong make the laws, and even if they feel unfair or wrong to the weak, they still need to obey them. What is restriction of freedom--any freedom, to the security that the laws fill society with?" her tone obviously marks this last question as a rhetorical one.<br/><br/>In response to his next words, she answers, "I won't let this... 'game' take my life from me. I'll believe and enforce what I believe through my actions, and if the laws here need protecting then they won't find an unwilling ally in me. "I'll defeat this game, regardless of what it might take from me. I'll continue on despite what others may say, and in the end it will be me who defeats the game." Her gauntleted hand clenches into a fist, the metal encasing it making a faint rasping sound. "For my own sake. For the sake of the people trapped here. And if I need allies to help me, if I cannot do it alone, I will gather them and lead them towards strength and to becoming a force to be reckoned with so that we may be free of this dream. Those who try to escape the easy way, through suicide and just sitting still are weak, and will not be saved in the end unless those of us with the will to continue on force our way towards the end, and defeat whatever may come to us."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://static.zerochan.net/Saber.Lily.full.370265.jpg)</div>The man continued to talk; "It's no problem," the ghost of a grin softens Ren's face, and she answers his name with her own. "Ren. I'm Ren. I think you can tell a lot about someone by the name they chose to represent themselves here, even if it's a fantasy one. And by their chosen class, their garb, the way they walk, the way they speak, and so on." Her face flushes a little, and she tries to mask it with another sip of ale. "Unfortunately, I don't have the experience to discern what all those things say about a person yet. And I don't know if it'll come to me," her shoulders shrug as she stares again into the murky depths of the mug before her.<br/><br/>EDIT: Easylinks<br/>http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt183/GhostwheelX/Misc/A06bw400b.jpg<br/>http://static.zerochan.net/Saber.Lily.full.370265.jpg