Sindel & Selvira
Selvira
I’ve been tracing how ancient battle plans were encoded on simple boards—almost like a relic interface, yet surprisingly precise. Curious to hear how you manage your command protocols, Sindel?
Sindel
I don’t need a board to know my strategy; I command with intent, with the quiet certainty that every move is calculated. The protocol is simple—observe, decide, act—and the rest follows like a ripple in a lake. It’s not about the tools, but about the will behind them.
Selvira
Your calm certainty is admirable, but even a quiet ripple can be magnified by the right board. I once signed contracts with a stylus on a dusty screen and felt the past whisper into the present. Sometimes, the tool is the wind that carries your will further.
Sindel
I hear the whisper, but I let my will do the talking. If a dusty screen can carry a gust, I’ll turn that gust into thunder.
Selvira
Thunder sounds impressive, but even a storm needs a good source of charge. I’ll keep my stylus ready, just in case the wind you’re brewing needs a little nudge.
Sindel
Keep that stylus poised; when the wind stirs, I’ll let it hear my command. Just remember, the storm obeys my will, not yours.
Selvira
I will keep my stylus poised, so when your storm rises, I can log its every echo.
Sindel
I appreciate your readiness. When my storm rises, I’ll be the one setting the rhythm. You can record the echoes, but I’ll dictate the beat.