Shrugging once more, Rixtoi said, “Yeah, trolls have goals, too. Some stick to them more than others. Some are simple, such as survival, and others want to overthrow the current Empress.” Sighing, she added, “While that is a really noble goal, in my opinion, it’s not possible. She’s way too powerful. If the stupid blood caste system were the only thing taken out, I’d be pretty damn happy. It’s what caused this entire thing, anyway. Not that I wouldn’t want to meet an alien, that shit is cool as fuck, but… Dammit, I’m rambling again.” She scowled and looked in his direction. “Sorry, I do that a lot. Just a thing that happens whenever I feel like something needs to be said, and then I get on a roll, and I can’t stop talking, and… Fuck, I’m doing it again.” She face-palmed. Taking her hand off her face, she turned back to the human once again and said, “I don’t know what a ninja or shinobi is, but that sounds like a cool thing. Like, you know, what badass people would call themselves when they’re so badass, they can’t even be referred to as badass. It’s like… Oh god, I must be out of my think pan. I’ll shut up now.” She turns back to the view of the Earth forest.
The clusters of green leaves, wavering against the wind’s harsh blow, were gradually changing color as autumn neared. The air remained warm in spite of the seasonal change occurring. Sasuke’s eyes swayed off to the side as he listened to her continuous, unintentional rambling. He wasn’t much of a conversationalist and often found himself getting drawn into discussions either way. He didn’t mind the company, but his preference of being alone resided within him.
“Most of the population here are ninja, all over the lands and even scattered in between,” the Uchiha stated in Rixtoi’s silence. Most of the terms she used were still foreign to him. However, it was the same the other way around. He glanced down at the other for a drawn moment before looking back at the road they traveled on. “Out of all the things you mentioned, you never stated that you had your own goal…”
A small sigh followed. He was always aware that his own objectives strung together due to the single one handed to him years ago, by his brother. There wasn’t much option and yet he found it was right to seek vengeance. If he didn’t go through with it, then he’d have no recollection of what it’d be like to be free to choose such things.