Shit's Gone Turvy-Topsy [Liltotto/Ajora]

Ajora couldn't help but smile lightly at that. "It seems you're simply the type of woman to look out for others. It's an amicable quality. Cute even." She observed, pausing and thinking about the situation before......taking some moment to consider.

"But I would be more ....concerned with others for the time being. I really haven't been able to judge much. But what little I have been able to gather from Santa's....mixed memories, is that MAzda was something of a major concern in the Vandenreich, at least in some. He was a major influence, but she had a feeling that he was sometimes more of a shadow than a warming light. Now that he's not around. How do you feel the Vandenreich will behave going forward?" Perhaps more of an honest question than a leading concern. She was flying blind with .... all of this. But at least according to Santa's memories, the Vandenreich had lost a tremendous asset, dual edged as he may have been. But she wanted more ....perspective on that subject. Especially given how tinted Santa's perspective tended to be.

Ajora raised a brow slightly as she made note of that reaction. "I see. Amicable then."

She paused as Liltotto went on into the nitty gritty of just whose opinions were strongest. No doubt Cyrus's were the most prominant given their relationship. That, at least, had been easy to glean. All the same, she did offer a nod as Liltotto gave her take. "I see, I'm sorry to have put the burden of such a question on you. I suppose I simply thought you seemed pretty in tune with these things. I imagine it must be frustrating being in such an organization. Especially one with such a complicated history." She noted quietly, closing her eyes and leaning back against the rock. A sigh escaping her.

"Was there anything else you wanted to speak of?"

Ajora simply remained entiely silent, watching Liltotto as she navigated the conversation and made it clear that she had nothing else to speak about. Which was, disappointing, not that Ajora allowed that to show on her face. IN truth it was a little underwhelming what the woman had been able to provide. The entire world had been ...edited, rewritten. And she seemed so utterly unconcerned about it. Well, she supposed it was simply a matter of her not having much she could do about it. And Ajora found her gaze meandering off to the horizon over the water. Staring as she surmised just how things might shake out in the end. Where Santa's goals and aspirations would take her. And what may come to pass as a result.

It wouldn't end well. Probably. There was much to be said about those strong, bold words that Santa had said. For anyone else, that was a condemnation. To slowly feel that resolve whittle away, being worn down. But inspiringly, and perhaps....more depressing. Santa would never lose her conviction. It may change, or adjust. But no matter what, Santa would never stop. Even if she was wasting her long existence. Even if there was no possibility of success. She would still fight against inevitability. What a beautiful tragedy she was. And individuals like Liltotto would live to see it in all of it's sad glory.
"Fare well, Liltotto." Ajora responded softly, her eyes never leaving the horizon as she let the woman walk off on her own terms. For now....she would watch the sun set.