"So… Saint Isobel wants to pilot a dark and edgy mech."
"I wouldn't describe it that way." Ves said as he leaned against the clean alloy work table. "She wants to pilot a mech that reflects her shift in mindset. The original Promethea has a fine look, but its heroic bearing is a bit too strong for her liking. Now that she deliberately wants to position herself as the Larkinson Clan's villain, she needs to convey the impression of one. It is just like those dramas where degenerated heroes swap out their bright costumes for more ominous looking ones. In this situation, her mech is her costume. This is more than a symbolic change. It is a transition that directly influences her conviction."
Gloriana could not direct her focus on her tinkering with a piece of salvaged advanced archetech anymore. She turned her chair around and looked up at her husband.
