[ how surprisingly insightful of her. Messmer's slightly surprised, though it doesn't show on his face; he was expecting more platitudes. Serpilia has largely seemed like an average woman to him, albeit one with a surplus of confidence and multiple weird floaty bits. Maybe he hasn't given her mind enough credit, considering she's cut to the heart of the matter so quickly. Lamentation hasn't done anything.

He exhales through his nose, perhaps in amusement, or perhaps just out of weariness. ]

... Time hath a slow and heavy stride for we who live beyond death. Long have I waited for change to visit me, and by my hand lead me to what future awaiteth. [ a beat. ] When I have quit this place, no longer will I wait obedient. By mine own feet I will walk towards it.