[Hooo boy, this one really was an idiot. Perona rolls her eyes with a sigh, shaking her head. There's no reason to argue with an idiot, especially through the journal and when she can't get outside, so she'll just roll the comment off with little mind.]
...Very well, wise one. Enjoy the ocean you seek. May it suit your ideals. [She'll just dream of home and sailing her own precious waters again.]
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...Very well, wise one. Enjoy the ocean you seek. May it suit your ideals. [She'll just dream of home and sailing her own precious waters again.]