Jaina & Grimm
Grimm
You always seem so serene when chaos lurks—have you ever wondered if that calm is hiding a heavier burden?
Jaina
I carry a quiet weight, but it’s not a burden—it’s a responsibility to keep the balance. Calmness is my shield, not a mask.
Grimm
Interesting, holding a weight that keeps everything even—does your shield ever crack when the balance tilts?
Jaina
When the balance shifts, my shield doesn’t crack, it reshapes itself. The storm only tests my resolve; I adjust, and the equilibrium stays.
Grimm
You’re like the universe’s janitor—just swapping out the broken plates as they break. Must be exhausting, or is it just a polite way of saying you’re not a coward?
Jaina
I don’t see myself as a janitor, just as a keeper of the order. It can feel exhausting, but the work is mine to do. I’m not avoiding danger, I’m choosing my battles wisely, so the balance stays.
Grimm
Sounds noble, but keep an eye on that “wise” part of you—doesn’t the same logic that says “I’ll only fight when necessary” also make you think you’re not meant to be the one taking blows? How do you decide which battles are worth the weight?
Jaina
I weigh each storm by its ripple. If a clash can drown more than a handful, I step in. If the cost outstrips the gain, I stay still, letting others bear the blow. It isn’t about avoiding pain; it’s about choosing where my strength can restore balance.